My feeble attempts are no match
My firm grasps do better
Tonight would you like me to be rough or gentle?
Maybe even a mixture.
I’m good at that.
Bare skin, intoxicating aromas, and blackened bruises
My lips venture from knee to inner thigh
They take a trip farther between your pale legs until I reach my destination
Your nails in the back of my arm tell me I have arrived
A slow rise from your lower back that moves down your spine
That sound.  Oh my.  That glorious sound.
It isn’t much but it sends my sense reeling into a cataclysmic eruption of desire
Lust overtakes my sense of gentleness and your ribs make for a perfect target
Forgive me for the fingerprints I leave, for it was too hard to control myself
Profanities are my friend coming from your mouth as your hand slides carefully to my mangled hair
But careful is not your plan now is it?
Grab. Pull. Yank. Once again sending my senses into an unending ring of ecstasy
As you breathe in and your body flexes in and out I realize that we both have reached ******
I pause. You **** with a slight after-shock. Still grasping my arm. Nails dig deeper but soon relax
I lay motionless on top of your bare chest.  The most comforting place I’ve ever known
Feeling and hearing the heartbeat of my lover.

And then I awoke from my dream
Only to find myself alone
And ***** as ****