Control

Love, this ache can only
be quenched by the
weight of your lips and
the fullness of your
flesh in mine.

My limbs strain against
the heat of your kiss.
Skilled hands trace
over skin that craves release
and you never disappoint.

Trembling, my body rises
and the ache in my belly
beckons,
begging you to
take what is yours.

Quiet moans
escape pursed lips with
each intoxicating thrust
we become one spark
ignited and ready.

All control is lost.

My fire and your water
send electric waves crashing
and receding
with such intense
abandon I’m left
breathless, but craving
more…