Impatient heat flees from glistening parted lips,
lingers as a soft whimper hangs in fragrant still air,
you surge suddenly now for intrusion,
to end this deliberately slow dance of ours.

Lustrous nectar drizzles before fingers even explore,
silken walls now pumped relentlessly, without warning,
thighs rendered helpless with rhythmic shudders
when I flicker, massage side to side,
pressurized circles trace the treasure
begging to be soothed within your tight slit.

When whimpers crest into siren screams,
this is how I know we crave more than skin,
when you surge in release and my fingerprints
want to remain embedded throughout your being.