meet you halfway
arousal like
plucked strings in
my stomach
hands moulded
to you
my mouth
tracing
finding
aroused to the point
of seeing aura
turning hungry
feverish
my beard rasping against your skin
the deep salt taste of you
as my tongue finds
meaning inside you
my actions are a bomb
my words, the rumble
of their arrival
here is where i speak
only truth
and we fuck all
the separation away
one of us sighs
but we are no longer
aware of whose throat
its coming from
twitching
nudging
asking
and then motion
thrusting with skill
to the places only
i know
and the whisper
permission
release
warning
release
shuddering together
as only we know
MB Blissett 