She holds her breath;
A gasp sucks in the scent of him
As it rides the air
In waves of heady power.
Exchange of atoms
Colliding strong,
She swaps her grip for
Yielding release.
Open is she,
Splayed out beneath,
Panting his name
With his urges etched on her soul.
He holds her being
In his work-worn hands,
Tender steel,
Molten rock.
Honey river runs hot and free
Through a narrow secret,
Sweet, spicy juices that
Slide on her lips.
Desperate is she
For the gift he will thrust
As he takes her hard
Through the throbbing night.
And her wild soul sings for aching joy
As he fills her
Completely
And bursts lightning stars
Up inside the deep universe
That craves the essence of gods.
A vessel for pleasure
And fierce delights,
Desire of the ages
Explodes in the night
With the scent and the heat
Of their slick, hungry bodies
As feral abandon
Beats their limbs with rolling thunder.
There is no turning back.
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