You took my hand softly at first,
a partner in this cautious dance,
spun through the unknown,
gliding along, with, and through me.

Just hold on tightly.

Just listen to what my body
will whisper to only you.

How your breasts rose and pressed
against my ravenous mouth,
the marks your nails drew,
raked new patterns over the old.

We are swept in the need to pierce,
how your teeth break through skin
when I'm coaxed to thrust harder,
when your hot tongue invades my mouth.

A faint song adorns us here.

I never solve its mystery,
but you become more.

You become more familiar in time,
that means more than just us
escaping tethers in the heated dark.

You did go softly at first,
partners in a gentle grind,
reading signs in this flesh,
in the swell and fall
cycling through me.

Listen closely to the body's
cries and whispers.

How the unknown now
harmonizes and clasps
tightly around me,
your depths promising
to never let me go.

We are swept by a need to claim,
to pierce and possess beyond skin,
mark places that no other
can draw new patterns over.

We'll go so softly at first,
gently grind to begin this dance
where faint songs adorn us.

You become more familiar in time,
that means more than seeking out
some distant myth of perfection,
that means more than when
we're tethered together in the dark.

I'll never solve the mysteries there,
but you always become more.