This isn't the first time
I've been so enraptured with you,
have craved to just be devoured
within the storm of your hunger.

You and I are dangerously
familiar to one another.

The taking is soft at first,
a palm grazing below the navel,
that smooth plane of warm skin
like a sensitive map leading
to the mysteries you house.

Eyes still glazed with dreams,
now you drift back to me,
opening as if I may be
welcome inside of you forever.

Fingers lace around my neck
as you pull me ever closer,
lips trapping a hard bud
and all I can taste now
is the primal thunder beneath.

It's also alive in your eyes,
shimmering like rainbows
striving beyond cloudbanks,
something has been awakened here
and only knows a feral hunger.

You move like an apparition now,
my back suddenly meeting sheets,
you tease me with your slick entrance
as you mount a charge to claim.

This isn't the first time
I've been so enraptured with you.

The taking is slow at first,
sheathed in trembling tight depths,
velocity overtaking our patience,
riding to the torturous brink.

Eyes still glazed with need,
you always drift back to me,
blossoming as if I may be
welcome deep inside of you forever.

Your face draws ever closer,
a whisper lingering in the dark
tells me something has awakened here
and only knows the imminent explosion.

The taking becomes relentless,
an inescapable feverish clamp,
this isn't the first time
you've claimed me in release,
sheathed me beyond an eruption.

We will always be dangerously
familiar to one another.