The week of labor comes to an end
Mind and body returning to:
A time-stretched lady friend
My voice meets your breathe on the line
I hear without asking:
Your needs in me, too worried to incline
Before I reach your door
Your smell is in me,
A rush of comfort, replaces me to a position before
I smile with greeting
Your embrace calms my heart:
From my impatient, uncontrolled beating
In your eyes I see our week
Talk rendered short,
Too much buzzing electricity to speak
Our bodies orbit brings us closer
Soft touches, smooth lips
I Move clothes aside for a kiss below your shoulder
The heat between us becomes as one
You exhale in my ear:
As if to say your water wheel is spun
My advances match your heart rate
Your hands run over
My tough, chiseled toned substrate
You take control of the bed
All senses:
Heightened, throbbing, aching, out of our head
I spoil you, tease you, and grab you
Taking you to another level,
I ask you to hold on, so you do
Your body is shaking, your muscles tighten
I grab your hips,
We sink deeper, your voice heightens
At last you let go, as do I
We spin, we crash,
We collide into a thousand little pieces from the sky
Your head lands on my chest
Our moment:
Has finally come to us, and now we can rest.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 2:25 PM UTC
The week of labor comes to an end
Mind and body returning to:
A time-stretched lady friend
My voice meets your breathe on the line
I hear without asking:
Your needs in me, too worried to incline
Before I reach your door
Your smell is in me,
A rush of comfort, replaces me to a position before
I smile with greeting
Your embrace calms my heart:
From my impatient, uncontrolled beating
In your eyes I see our week
Talk rendered short,
Too much buzzing electricity to speak
Our bodies orbit brings us closer
Soft touches, smooth lips
I Move clothes aside for a kiss below your shoulder
The heat between us becomes as one
You exhale in my ear:
As if to say your water wheel is spun
My advances match your heart rate
Your hands run over
My tough, chiseled toned substrate
You take control of the bed
All senses:
Heightened, throbbing, aching, out of our head
I spoil you, tease you, and grab you
Taking you to another level,
I ask you to hold on, so you do
Your body is shaking, your muscles tighten
I grab your hips,
We sink deeper, your voice heightens
At last you let go, as do I
We spin, we crash,
We collide into a thousand little pieces from the sky
Your head lands on my chest
Our moment:
Has finally come to us, and now we can rest.