To Have

I sense her gaze as she lays her eyes upon me.

Playfully, her hands explore my landscape.

From its plains, to its hills, to its valleys, to the forests.

Removing the garments that cover my skin, her mind now builds two maps.

The one with her hands, and the other with her eyes, she calibrates them.

Guiding my hands, I discard her textiles.

Only the floor knows what we've dropped.

Taking charge in submitting, I allow her to take action.

Laying down, she presses forth, warming my body with hers.

Protecting me form the cold air, she smothers me with affection.

As she rises, I feel the warmth evaporate off my skin.

Nose to nose, our bulbous ends rub together.

Blinking hastily, I feel her eyelashes intertwine with mine.

Lips, cheek, back of the ear.

One, two, three.

She covers me in kisses.

Covering me in her scent.

Labeling me as hers, and hers alone, as I no longer belong to myself.

As I no longer belong to myself, she no longer belongs to herself.

We belong to each other, together.

Ravenous, as if to claim me forever, her lips press on.

An eternity seems to pass, and she reclaims what she's already claimed.

Once is never enough.

Holding me, caressing me, moving, shifting, even lifting.

She's generous, making me the wealthiest man alive.

She gives and I take. She provides and I receive.

As her foggy breaths linger like a warm burn, she bestows and I return.

As our flesh melds our energy is pushed and pulled.

Excitation leads to exclamation!

What was pulled is pushed.

We do not push one another away.

Bringing her closer I cradle her in my arms as she coos in my ears.

As we lay, tracing hands through each other's hair, we gaze.

Moving her neck forward, she kisses.

1.

2.

3.

Another bath of kisses.

"You want more?"

"Yes, please."