Across

By Stone Bryson

The autumn chill pervades the air - so many weeks gone by...
since the first time that I saw your face...
and when you first saw mine.
The movie's played to its end - and what I notice in your eyes...
is an ache for what we've waited for...
we both drop our disguise.

I feel your breath across my lips - a shockwave to my core...
the scent of passion fills my head…
we slide down to the floor.
Restraint is but a memory - our hands are swift and sure,
exploring every touch of skin...
intentions quite impure.

I find myself upon my back - your stare's a raging fire...
your thighs brush down across my cheeks…
I taste of your desire.
My legs begin shake and stir - your hair grazing between...
when your hand and mouth take control...
my tongue drives wide and deep.

I tease the waves of swollen sea - and drink your naked lust...
your hips are rolling in perfect time…
and match my every thrust.
The movement seems to switch a gear - spurred to an urgency...
our bodies rocking back and forth...
we sense we're almost free.

I savor the spurt of ecstasy... you splash across my face...
no man's done this to you before...
you cannot stop the quakes.
Your wrist is moving tighter now - a fever raw and rare...
my burst explodes across your breasts
and up into your hair.

The energy drains from the room... we surrender to the numb...
a moment captured as we shift...
we seem to meld as one.
My eyes across your lovely face... a peace devoid of sin...
Your smile is dancing as you say...
'we must do that again.'

Copyright © 2008 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written May 2008

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