consummation

The sunlight came crashing through the room,
warming my body in places he had already consumed. With ripe anticipation, practiced eye, and deadly aim, he penetrated me, laying his claim. Heated flesh rose against heated flesh, in a whirlwind of smoldering desire. A thrashing wave of damp breathless wild abandonment. Passion’s slave.

We ride the crest of ecstasy’s wave, only to crash and wash ashore

passion’s slave no more