In sparring as in life, it is all about timing and distance
Perfect timing and correct distance in sparring allows for a direct hit
String enough hits together and you win your match
In sparring, just like in life, I can never seem to connect
One day, though, timing and distance will align
On that day, a direct hit will be scored
The feeling of his mouth hot with want and need, covering mine
Sinking down into him, as our tongues touch and breath is shared
Hands eager, roaming, then stripping clothing
Even the thin distance that the cloth creates, needing to be reduced and bridged
When the distance is diminished, sighs of satisfaction escape lips
My soft flesh moving and caressing his hard body
Timing when to move hands, moans and breathing the key
A quick intake of breath, as nipples harden
My hands moving slowly, timing just when to close the distance around his hardness
A deep moan, signifying a direct hit
I begin slow and methodical strokes, as his fingers part my folds
Scoring a direct hit of his own, as incoherent utterances emerge from my lips
Impatient now, he moves to close the last expanse separating us
My hands guide him across the final distance to be covered
Becoming one with a single stroke
Hips moving in time, as lips clash
Breathing shallow, as bodies collide
Tempo increasing, as hands grope and pull
Eyes locking on one another, as sweat begins to drip off of our bodies
Fingers intertwine, as the final direct hit is scored
Both of us coming undone in unison
At last, connecting and winning my match
