Uncommon Curiosity

The long, slick shaft leans towards me, begging

Do it again, baby.  Take me.  Own me.

We’ve ripped the sticky sheets and knocked the pictures from the wall

with our condoms-stolen-from-your-daddy’s-drawer lust.

Lick me, baby

It’s giving me that look, stiff and pointed like a dirty old compass,

begging me for more.

I want that

soft

pink

flesh

one more time, baby.

Baby, baby…

Open for me, tight and wet,

Take it, darlin,

be my girl.

I giggle

as I lean down against your chest,

listening to your breathing, the way your heartbeat slows

from the machine gun rhythm of fucking like porn stars

to a slow thump thump as you fall into dreaming.  (Backs arching, thighs rubbing, lips tasting salty sweet sweat and more…)

My heart swells with pride, remembering how

my body invited you in,

loving so strong as you slid it in deep,

no prisoners,

no mercy,

riding my hips bareback,

cuz baby don’t need no saddle.

How you looked, gazing down,

eyes wild with a man’s desire,

but flashing that mischievous little boy grin.

The way you spread my knees and slid your hands

down along my shuddering

inner

thighs

.

made me gasp

.

like the world had just. Stopped.

The way your hips pressed into me,

rough

and

sweet,

(Baby, baby, baby…my baby…god, yes, baby…)

as your eyes rolled back and your fingers raked my sides,

signing me like a work of art.

.

I watched your chest rise and fall awhile

and then I slid my leg back across your still-sleeping form,

kissed your chest

and spread my body over yours

saying,

“Yes, I belong to you,

my fierce, wicked man,

and you -

my sexy,

amazing,

dangerous (the fire in his eyes was hotter than Hell, and twice as hungry)

creature -

are Mine.”