by Ethel Twigg02 Jul 2015
Tentative approach, eyes locked
electricity in the inches between us
mysterious force, drawing us together
forged from the merging of minds
your eyes, looking up at me
as I engorge in the wet, silky cavern
of your mouth
Finally becoming one with you
feeling the delicate folds
inside the inner warmth
beyond your prettiest flower
as we move in synchronised fervour
until neither can withhold
Your sculpted hand
resting on your sumptuous breasts
you say: "here", and bring me to heel
exploding upon you, spasm after spasm
white on bronze
in a barely controlled detonation.