Her Key

Now I have

unlocked her need

How can I not

feed and nurture

that which is

within her?

Why would I not

aid her focus

and incite her

feral tendencies?

When I feel

her clawing need

as she rakes her nails

down my back

So when I lift her up

onto my lap

her crumpled summer dress

bunched up above her hips

our bodies writhing and grinding

culminating in a trail

of devouring lust

dripping down

her trembling thighs

She knows she is home