Muse

I ran ramped with her, the tips of my fingers confined into her solitary.

sing into my ears, cross paths with my eyes, let me muster your sweat and let you marinate into pleasure. 

Constant awry of shapes and colors, lips and tongue gliding in and out of places, dark, warm and moist.

Our cigarettes sitting on the night stand, waiting for that moment of release, the moment of pure adulterated obsession, thoughts blank with the soothing movement of us both, our choreography, our pants and sweat. 

The scent of her aroused my touch, the sun rising above our moans, simmering then rerunning the roles that we infatuated our minds with.

The air barely passing in-between our bodies.

Words disappear, stop, no, enough, don’t. and sentences appear, “No, don’t stop, its not enough”.

our boundaries demolished and the walls confining us in give way to the light outside them.

Pouring into my hands your weakness, giving me the final key into your body.