Senses

i'm thinking of you

thinking of me

when i mold myself into clay

and open the door to you

slick, ready and eager

i drink you

i bathe in you

and you bathe in me

like an Earth creature feeling the sun warm

its face in the dawn of spring

your body is hard

lines and muscle, tense, overpowering

my body is malleable

gives to the pressure of your shaft

slapping me

helpless

controlling me

bruising me and I call for more

call out for more

bathe in me

your tongue encircles the places that shine with moisture

copious and moist

ready, hard, soft...

take me inside you as I take you

inside me

let me swim in you

no light or dark or tomorrow

just now

fuck me

and don't care how gentle you are

don't care how rough you are

just take me in such a way that I can't breathe

can't think past Now

i want to have my senses arrested, cuffed

shoved into the back seat of a car with no phone call,

no rights

no privilege

forcibly taken

so that no sight, sound, taste, smell

or touch is mine alone

swim in me

swim on me

because when you leave

the scent of you simmers on me

in me

like a volcano ready to erupt

when i finally get time alone

to conjure you again

and again.

(c) Trinity Wolf