I Am Yours

And you are mine

Her fingers slide

through my hair

and my knees

nearly give beneath me

Not because I’m fragile

but because

she holds me

with a tenderness

I was never built to survive

Rapture is the moment

I realise I want her touch

more than my own darkness

more than my own name

more than anything

I’ve ever wanted

*

Sighs whisper

lusts last gasped breath

The incessant

stroke of her hands

as they rise and fall

curling around

my throbbing need

Leading

Teasing

Pushing

Her fingers cup my globes

My head flails side to side

fingertips grasping

I’m over the edge

as I die to self

as I orgasm

once more

Painting her with white

*

In my chronicle of life

I recognise

that I am

your moonrise

You are my dark fantasy

For out of darkness

cometh light

Out of pain

comes love

Together we are

making music

We play our

sensual symphony

of love