thrust

03.01.98

thighs crashing
thrumming beats
in a manner so slight
preludes to cresendos overwhelming
and yet so far off
my breath, anticipation
intangibly grasps you
you beg for release
thrive in my bondage
lips lead the way
enclosure, devour
thrashing in your sheets
tearing up your mind
feed your pain
taste your lust
thrust, thrust
lust