We were deep into thirty minutes
of rough burning passion, slippery
muscles pressed against muscles,
tender thrusting vibrations pounding
inside me like a fire spinning engine
rumbling in the dark.  

The cushion of your hands gripped
my bare ******* into submission
like a nation surrendering to a
dimension of hard sounding beats.  
Our wet tongues were a swirling
motion of hot steam lifting in the
air, harmonic legs intertwined,
spinning towards an array of
flashing lights.

The things we did over the moonlit
balcony could freeze the world
into sudden silence, our bodies
laying on the red rug reeking of
hot sweaty ***, the slow moments
melting into each other as you
whispered sweet desires inside
my ears.  

And as I tasted your existence
and embraced the rattling engines
from vehicles passing on the highway,
city lights flickering at ease, the curtains
swaying back and forth in a bridge
of breezes, you were my maze of
magnificent escapes, a satisfying
pleasure over thought and poetry.