Liquid heat drips now,
glazes me in your sheen,
lustrous flesh pulsating
where all things begin anew.

But this was our feverous onset,
the anticipatory apex fuming,
not one yet but something
never to be separate again.

I can taste it now with a questing tongue,
bliss brimming from from your creases
as my name begins to hover on the cusp
of moans no longer held captive.

Say it now to set yourself free.

Cling to me when impaled,
lips fastened to my neck,
buried in the discovered
ecstasy of relinquishing control,
bound in currents that close all distance.

Your body belongs to me
when possession is not enough.

Fused together in such a way,
it almost seems wrong to
peer into our shared mystery,
voyeurs to our own hearts.

There is no turning back from
this mark lashed into your being.

There are names for this,
monikers for relinquishing control,
but it is really I who surrenders,
tends to the brilliant hearth of your passion.

Liquid heat drips now,
lustrous flesh pulsating,
we are rendered raw and complete,
cradled together in the loving breadth
where all things forever loop
from an end to a beginning.

Bared in such a pure way,
to peer into the silhouettes
that our cravings will cast,
we become voyeurs to our own hearts.

You will belong to me
when possession is not enough,
when you relinquish the hold
to quell this ceaseless ache.

There is no turning back from
this mark lashed into your being,
my name upon your soul.

Say it now to set yourself free.