"I beg of you to tip toe on my lips
Dance beneath me
And when I fall short,
relax.
I am taking you
inside, outside
soft, rushing, hard.
Hands touching
            grazing
            grabbing
            holding ...onto
           slapping skin.
Melting.
And by melting, I mean you.
I can hear it in your moan
In the distraught face you make
Before you dance into me.
I taste you...
I crave you...
Just as much as I crave your release.
It relaxes me, it pleases me.
All due to your allowance
Of me making a monologue out of you.