my fingers scrabble for purchase
against the warm cream stucco wall
the pictures behind my shoulders
fallen into disarray
at the force of your passion

as I have fallen into disarray
tendrils of wet, matted hair
sticking to breasts and
shoulders, even your face
as you bite my nipples

my fingers are in your hair
you have propped one leg up
around your waist
the other holds me against
the wall, just barely

it is your cock in my cunt
that demands my most immediate
attention
you had not waited to turn
me on, flick that switch
knowing perhaps that this
might drive me more
crazy than any foreplay
your hands rough around my hips
grabbing, taking, lusting

I let you take it
my cries gutteral, unheard
in the quiet night
this lonely neighborhood
all the neighbors out

I withhold from you
the burning passion that
makes my knees weak
my voice hoarse
because it pleases you
to take me like this
always

I struggle to pretend
that you do not stroke
those fires so precisely
your every move
designed with intent
to inflame

I struggle to disguise
the contractions, my womb
my cunt
sucking at your cock
for I am
a wanton greedy girl
when it comes to you

But your fingers are
at my throat suddenly
cutting off my air
your eyes holding mine
so tightly keeping me
here with you, like this
pounding away at the very
core of me and
this moment

I struggle, but
as ever, your grip holds
fast and firm, true
deprived, my body
takes matters in its
own hands, contracting and
shuddering over and
over again
until there is nothing
left to give

Struggling in earnest

now, you kiss

those fevered lips
struggling
great gasping burning lungfulls
air so thin and pure
fireworks inside
of me as you take
what was already yours
filling me, flooding me
until there
is no thinking left
only this

08/20/2007

Posted on 10/25/2007
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