Sweat grips, My teeth grit, A symphony of groans. Hot is the breath That escaped my lungs. Loud was the noise; Rustles, creaks, moans. Long did the hours draw, Still coming to dawn.
Anonymous, oblivious To the person kneeling before me. My head spinning, Throbbing, Weakness in the knees. My heart racing, Trembling, Color flushing cheeks. Darkness, heavy scents Intoxicating. Gripping the sheets