tempting

that hot hot rush came over me today. in the softness of the mid-afternoon sunshine, you wraped your soul around me. the smell, the push, the look on your face. your eyes, full of questioning and wonder and great desire, shaking every inch of me. the taste of your lips. your pressure on my hip bones. starting slow, moving your way through me. i can feel your motion. a body moves. keeping time together. a hand slides to my face reminding me of the volume. you swarm around me, the world on fire. and i'm in the eye of the storm, directly in the path of its destruction. suddenly the moment shifts and i'm in control. your head by my chest, did you hear my heart? "girls would kill for a body like yours." you take your place and begin the fast hard climb to that ultimate goal. this time i remember to breath. "you're shaking." i was. hands in my hair, i am in my favorite place. the intensity of your gaze... my heart stops when you look at me that way. i think i moved you too. did you feel it? did you want it? do you want it still? i do. and in my mind i'm screaming, begging, wanting it more and more and more. and in the end, we both get what we wanted. i shook for hours. and even now i get weak. everytime it's like losing it, again and again. with all the ferocious passion and intensity and building monumental strides to pure oblivion. its a vicious longing, shaking my bones. and you comfort me, hold me, comment on my heart, my life, my love. it's all so beautiful to me. and when the end has come, i am laid out in languid splendor. i still feel the pulse, the drive, the hot hot rush. may my sleep and dreams be as real to me...

i'd love to be the death of you.... if you'll let me