Do not yield yet.

I am not exempt from your hesitation,
there is a part of us that needs it,
the unspoken delicate push and pull
that is a live wire between us.

When you shiver against me
and the electricity begins
to race across charged flesh
and the uncertainty dims
from your sparkling eyes.

Do not make it easy for me.

I want the drift from here
the collision to make us shake,
to not be a gentle hand reaching
through this heated dark.

I am not exempt from strain,
from the imminent hush falling
over when the door locks
and I realize the closing of a latch
is merely just the orchestrated prelude
of everything that you'll do to me.

I feel the velocity long before
you close the space between us
and pin me down without a word,
there was no dark language
that could describe the need
fuming through your pores,
through the sinuous entity
taking full possession.

When I shiver beneath you
and try my best to speak,
consonants and syllables
are a frenzied tangle conducted
into a tongue I thought I lost,
a revenant burning back into existence.

Do not let me yield yet.

I am not exempt from hesitation,
from whispering if we should be doing this,
just note the shift in my tone,
the momentum in my heart
when it is thundering against yours
because they are the only answers we need.

Do not make it easy for me.

I want the drift from here
to make you seal yourself around me,
for you to pull my face to yours
and make me always remember
the exact second you took me inside.

The exact way your tongue slid
over mine in the heated dark,
settled into a mutual fire lapping,
the turbulent push and pull
that seems to be the only way
such charged creatures can be soothed.

I felt the velocity long before
the live wires between us sparked
and I turned our bodies over like planets
shifting after a prolonged collision,
continents and secret inlets spilled
and exposed to fuming elements.

Do not yield yet.

When you shiver beneath me
and your every sound is a secret,
a dark language you've taught me well
with each petal blooming and contracting,
your eyes and the momentum
thundering through your heart tells me
that a part of us will always need to be taken.

I am not exempt from your radiance,
from the blissful charge lashing
across our joined flesh when
we race towards release.

Do not be gentle or make it easy
for me in this heated dark.

Do not yield just yet.