I feel like a conductor taking up a baton
Your eyes like the orchestra waiting for direction.
I close my eyes and listen to the noise.
The creak of the harness at my waist, the thump of our heartbeats.
The slippery slither as I enter you,
your needy moan as I fill you,
The soft squish sound of our bodies meeting,
The grunts and groans as the music  builds,
With a final great crescendo,
We collapse in bed, the piece is done.
Brava.