I claw at your back
As if carving scripture,
Each line a verse,
Each gasp a hymn.
Your breath floods
The hollows of my ear,
Hot, trembling,
Breaking my reason-
My head gallops
Ahead of itself
And tries to bury me
In all your burrows in
Search of the sweet
Sound of your moan.
I sense the sweat
Of your armpit on
My fingers.
The meat of my
Manhood seeks a
Refuge in your
Feminine abode.
In the clash of sweat,
In the bite of skin,
We lose our names-
Man, woman, sinner, saint.
And when silence breaks,
It isn’t peace-
It’s the aftertaste
Of fire still smouldering
Between our hearts.
While feel you strongly
Between my thighs.
May our love be lust
On steroids tonight.