Erotique

I want to know you.
More.

I want to lay with you.
Longer.

Feeling the pulsations of your love for me
Deep
Down
Beneath my beating heart.

I don’t want to fuck.
I don’t want you to bend me over
And treat me like a rag-doll.
I want you to love me with your thrusts.
I want to kiss your soul through the
Nerve endings of your lips.

Every nibble a question,
Every gasp of pleasure
A response to my disparate begging
For you to be with me,
For you to be
In me.

That with the quickening of breaths
And the sweat pouring off of four-hundred calories an hour
We might become
I
Might become
Us.

I don’t want to read you Gomez to get aroused,
Rather I want to write on your heart through the
Tongue-in-ear foreplay that makes you pull me close,
Pulls me in to you and makes you into me.

I want to sense every nanometer of you throughout my being
Transcending physical reality to deify our love.
Us is the vessel through which the gift of intense pleasure
Is delivered
Beyond kisses and positions,
Beyond numbers and technical terms.

I want to run my fingers through your hair down to the
Throbbing manifestation of your desire and feel you
Penetrate
My every wish for our future in this moment
Given freely and unhindered to/for you.
The temple of our body becoming the offering to One greatness.
…
Love me faster, faster, faster,
Desire me harder, hmmmmmmmm.

My hands as your guide on the map of my body;
Become I
Become us
With you
In me.