How spitefully content were we
in that catastrophic space;
joyful in our carnal distemper.
We were scathed by animosity
yet we weathered the storm
of performance anxiety.
Today our joint disharmony
is cast aside
by seductive reasoning.
You tease my libido
hoping to entice
genital reunification.
Cappucino lips rouse crimson aereolae,
longing tongues lap yearning crevices--
we accelerate to full frontal frottage.
You strap on your dildo,
eager to penetrate, hungry to get off.
I open wide, inviting your entry.
We delve deeper into the dance...
Glistening labia gyrate
upon borrowed flesh;
greedy undulations saturate
silken sheets.
Time is meaningless...
Heated and impatient breathing
harken the arrival of orgasmic reprieve.
But our flesh is not accorded such luxury.
Unsatiated lust continues unabated.
Finally, exhaustion's frenzy
surrenders to welcome release
in a deluge of simultaneous denouement.
Ripened moans compress as sighs.
In their wake, we await
whispered demands for more.
Originally published April 2006 - "April Showers"