I began to work on your lips,
     as if drawing *** from a well of longing
                     and need. Then heated
            tongues  met  in  the midst of hot
                   and quickening breath.
          And quickly we drank the wine
                            of our lusts.
             Then intoxicated with those
      spirits, our clothes found resting place
              on the floor, piece by piece,
          until there was no hiding places,
    for the two glistening and wanting bodies
                 as hunger revealed in this
                               hot moment.
           Then skin meshed with skin as
the floor became the stage and I moved
           atop you with ease and gently
   I  lowered myself down, kissing you as
               I filled you and your gasp
                         broke our kiss.
        I stroked your forehead as our slow
rhythm gave way to urgent and demanding
                   thrusts of passion.
     You arched your body for my comfort
and I threw you into esctasy with the strength
                 of my blows and I left you
     screaming and soaked, in oblivion again
                and again. The taste of your
       skin between my lips, was like no other.
                   To hear your cry of mercy
          when my teeth met your  warm  skin,
   was  more  breathtaking  than  you  knew,
               leaving  our  screams  to  echo                       Jon York   2019
          on  like  battle cries.  You  welcomed
the weight of my body to crush you as I collapsed
             on top of you, still hot and burning
       and you glowing like  an  ember casting a
welcome  light should  I  seek  your  gifts  again.