Being His

 Holding on, staring right into an abyss,

The somber black,

Into the lover’s eyes,

To the continuum of the ache of longing,

The ravenously burning eyes,

The melancholic aloofness.

I take a step ahead,

As my feet leave traces in the sand.

Why do my knees shake?

It’s just him,

It’s just us,

It is us.

His wild saunter rushes me,

As his hands grip my hair.

My small fingers stroke his temples,

The foreign void upon his face.

I feel weak again—certainly, it is him,

Absorbing me in.

My eyes flutter,

As if it’s a journey back home.

He breathes on my neck,

Would it hurt if I cling to him tighter?

It’s like drifting off,

As his honey-dripping lips bore into mine.

Am I the wasp? Is he the orchid?

I do not wish to empty him,

But was I not the hungry one?

And then awaited us those we feared—

The overpowering needs, the urges,

The onslaught violence of intimacy.

His hands slipped down, and down—

Oh, Lord.

I breathed in buckets,

My chest could burst,

But his calloused hand fondled it.

My heart synced again,

And I was tamed.

Was he turning me into a beast?

Or did he recognize the rush,

And the ardor?

As my hands run all the way through him,

I feel the veins.

A moan leaves his mouth,

His hands grabbed me,

And mine grabbed him.

His eyes imploring the misery—

For him to take me,

Right here, right now.

I do not see a reason to repeal.

Disrobing has always been cursory, no?

My eyes did suffice,

For the glory of gaping at him.

The dopamine surge made me drowsy,

Too limp to feel where his caress traveled.

I was famished,

And the beast in me yearned to take hold of this man.

I wanted to worship,

For the rest of the night.

And I shall take my moment,

I was in charge of his cries.

My hands hasten as they went down,

But I moved them up—

A sweet little distress.

I wanted him mad,

And as much in starvation as I was.

A misery shall relieve the misery.

A force pulled me tighter,

Too crowded,

My gullible delight put on show.

When I felt—

What I felt—

Standing too close,

His pelvis nudging into me.

Was it his length slipping in for me?

I gasped,

At the forthcoming escapade.

Only to look down, then at his face—

Oh, he had registered my alarm.

When his gigantic fingers slid up my thighs,

My brain happened to be soaked.

I blush, as his lips harass mine,

And his fingers trespass my dignity.

He made me shaky,

If only we could stop my eyes from rolling back.

I heard my weepy self,

Pleasure somehow tumbling down the two doe eyes,

Like a storm of pixie dust.

A moment down as I see,

In a moment, it was gone—

His manhood buried deep inside me.

As I grabbed the grains of sand,

Tides kissed me first,

So did his thirst.

A laugh broke out through me,

He did too.

And we made love, then laughed,

We laughed and then made love.

It was glorious,

It was intriguing.

An eternity insinuates to be an atom,

And I shall spend thousands of them,

Only to be solely beheld as one.

Nothing but us—

Aching, evolving, laughing,

And naked by the seashore,

Under the moonlight.

~goofybird