The Surge

[Ma****]

I pin your wrists above your head,
Tracing the frantic pulse in your throat with my tongue,
Drinking in the salt and the scent of you
Until my lungs are scorched and wrung.
I want the visual of your back arching,
A bow strung tight against the sheets,
As I drive into the center of the storm
Where the fire and the fever meet.

I watch your eyes lose focus,
Clouding over with a dark, heavy glaze,
While my fingers dig into your skin
Through the blurring, rhythmic haze.
Every slide of my body against yours
Is a tactile map of raw desire,
The sweat slicking our chests together
Like fuel poured straight onto the fire.

I am lost in the motion of us,
The brutal, beautiful wreck we make,
Taking everything you offer
And giving back more than you can take.
It’s a blinding, white-hot collision,
A shuddering tether of bone and breath,
Until we are nothing but pulse and heat,
Defying the silence and cheating death.

[Deleted Member]

Hummmmmm
Pinned with my hands above my head, resting in the ties… on my knees breathless