I couldn’t help myself when I saw you in the shower. I’ve studied every inch of you and yet whenever I see your nude body swaying behind the frosted glass I am born again. A being of pure pathos and singular in intent.
I forget the whole picture but remember the parts. I am unable to comprehend you. How could an insect fathom the sea? I see you turn your back to me. I remember those two indents on your lower back that were made to rest my thumbs when I hold your hips. I recall a feeling, not a time or place, when we were intertwined like that. My chest was hot with blood and your moans made it rush faster.
I open the door and you jump. You smile Heaven. You speak an Angel’s chorus. I falter and my heart, once throbbing, has gone silent. I move closer. Your breasts push up on my chest, and your stomach my manhood. I caress your soft wet cheek. I want to taste you again. I need to. I feel your breath in my mouth. Your tongue wrestles with mine. My eyes are closed, all I feel is you. You reach and paint your hand from my abdomen to my shoulder. With simple movements and thoughtless touches you reach my soul, but you never believe me when I tell you. You laugh your beautiful laugh and remain unaware of the devastation you cause me.
My knees buckle. I give in and slowly drop to a kneel. I look up at you, my world shining down on me. I’m exactly where I want to be. I look forward. My goal. Your plump swollen fruit. My singular intent, inches from my face. Your nectar is spilling out trailing your thigh. I rush to save it. Your sweetness paralyzes my tongue as I glide to your flushed-pink loins. The source of your sweetness connects with my mouth. You moan and throw your head back. You hold my head. I send my tongue deep inside you. You shift your hips. Your pearl rests on my tongue, eager for worship. I channel my existence into my mouth. All of what I am, dust in the face of this one labor. My knees ache but pain is trivial. An eternity like this would be too short.
You quiver harder and moan louder. You cry my name: the most magnificent sound. Your entrance contracts. I look at you, body in ecstasy: an ephemeral art. A jolt shoots from my heart to my groin. A buildup of pleasure releases and my white love shoots hard.
Our breathing is hard, but oxygen feels unnecessary compared to the need to kiss once more. We embrace again. The last of my seed drips from me onto your stomach. We lock eyes again and without a word, we know we want the same thing: more.
Well written 👍🏽