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Straddled over me as I wake up,
gently pulled from sleep's tethers
by an unmistakable heat rising,
by the deep breath exhaling
against my craned neck.

Each reaction is reflex assuming control,
the soft curve of a collarbone
covered with goosebumps that spread
out like silent ripples through water,
flesh already quivering with anticipation.

Your lips plant the softest kiss I've known,
so patient that I would later wonder if
you took months to plan that perfect second
when they part to flick your tongue
on a spot left cold and begging for more.

Senses begin to spark and communicate
in whatever speech travels through fibers
to tell us that we are marked,
that we are absolutely craved.

I surrender to tiny timed rhythms
that grind and sweep the purest
heat over my throbbing column.

Skin thrums against each kiss
along the side of my neck,
as if any more force would allow you
to taste the exact way my pulse beats.

I can already feel your knees
starting to spread wider,
already feel your mouth
curve into a mischievous grin.

My hard ache only knows
heat and pressure escalating,
a sensitive thick tip helpless,
twitching from the slick dew
seeping through thin panties.

You spread wider to tease
with merely a hint of the wet
writhing velvet bliss simmering,
calling out to be completely impaled.

Our lips finally meet in a frenzied blur,
tongues swirl to the tempo
of their own unique dance.

Tiny timed motions lift your knees,
thumbs hooked through to slip off
the only barrier between dripping depths
and a possessive, quivering length.

A stillness jolts my eyes,
locked with the glow of yours,
you only paused to grip me,
to guide me inside down to the root

When our flesh immediately quivers together,
shaken by the dark needs that take hold,
when we reach the very center of where
the most elusive fires are made between two.

Raw longings begin to spark and communicate
in whatever speech travels through fibers
to tell us that we are marked,
that we are absolutely craved.

Each motion is reflex delivering
bliss to one another now,
hips roll and naturally sway,
and a tiny universe,
one familiar and still mysterious,
envelopes and flexes around me,
around this swollen fulness.

Your trembling lips plant
the softest kiss I've known,
I would wonder later,
when you are finally calm,
when your form is sleeping
and peacefully expelled in my arms,
if you always planned a perfect moment.

If you knew that an eruption and a flood
would release at the exact same time,
and even though my release is
an invisible mark deep inside of you.

I was already claimed by your heart and body
long before we quivered with anticipation.
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Written by elliotlacey31
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