Sat there,
Quiet and about my purpose,
But I look across,
You catch me, and you see beneath the calm
To the surge of feeling beneath.
Sometimes you laugh it off,
With me, not at me,
You test me but only so I
Remain calm in the storm
Of your being
But you see in me,
The animal
It turns looks into
Touches
Kisses to bites,
It guides my fingers to your throat
And sculpts my smile
Into a mask of divine fury,
Possessed of such control
Each thrust is a sonnet,
Howled by nature’s chorus
Between your thighs
As I gift you with a force
So powerful
It feels larger than my body
Can contain
So as I come
To
At
For
You,
You smile and touch my face,
See how gentle you make me,
In the languid, heated moments
Where the only music
Is the soft melody of our
Breath.
MB Blissett 