skin to skin
my coils of
covert femininity
wind around
you
like vines
holding onto
her solid oak
trapped within
this
intoxicating
dance

twisted with desire
your hands
possess me
angrily
bending me with
need
delving beyond
the dry, cold
armor I show the world
to find where
I am wet
and warm

you are endless
unceasing
and the very air
seethes with
pleasure
my hands fight
to take hold
to be held
to be restrained

more than want
it is need
I press against it
plead for more
music in my cries
soft and new
beneath your touch
joy finds it’s
electric release

capture me there
in the laughter
brought forth
by your force
see me
in all your splendor
feed me more
so that I might
twist myself
against your bark
once
again

or remain
tangled
for as long as I can
hold
or until I break