I breathe fire when your well worked hands skillfully find their way to my core.
I take that heat, I take all of you, and I taste the ocean, salty and warm.
Intensity. I am water converting to steam.
Instead of your name I say please… I must ask before pleasure takes me.
Your answer lingers on your lip, forcing me to ride this wave. I must brave this storm for you, this sweet and sweeping wave of expectation.
I am released. I am this moment. I am bliss. You join me and we drift, clinging.
Legs intertwined, fingers laced, we are infinity bound in skin.
