My soaked panties pressed tight,
his warmth so close it teases me.
I feel every twitch.
The pulse as he pulls against my flesh, 
making me stutter, groan in reply.
My body knows this dance, this want, 
where giving in feels so easy.

His groan in my ear,
He’s straining up, rock-hard,
The fabric clings, twisted,
pretending to keep us apart; I almost laugh.
I’m soaked; the smell of sex in the air.

Heat floods down,
echoing my fingers from this morning,
that quick slide and release, 
the memory more vivid, now he’s beneath me.

My hand fumbles, shifting fabric,
then finally, skin slides upon skin, 
so hot, I shudder.

Just one move, one roll of my hips, 
and he’d take everything,
fill the ache,
send me over,
my body quivering at the edge.

I grind against him,
shameless, chasing every sensation.
“So close,” I gasp, 
My wetness covers him; I lose myself.

Our mutual groans fill the room.
Sweat, want, need, everything driving us
headlong toward the quake.
We are so close to being as one.

This is all that exists, 
so tight my head swims.
I tremble, flooding him; 
he shudders, splashing hot against me.
as he too breaks beneath me.

We are both now, breathless,
gone for a moment.

I rest, my face on his chest,
panting, not speaking,
fingers tracing sweat lines,
trying to hang onto the last shivers
before the outside world returns.