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My Gift
~Siniphous
A touch of skin, soft and slippery,
With the hint of sweat.
We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,
As the wind flowed from the window above us.
Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,
To abandon all of our uncertainties.
I began your work on your lips,
Probing gently as if drawing sex,
From a deep well of longing and need.
Then heated tongues met in the midst,
Of hot and quickening breath.
And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.
Then intoxicated with those spirits,
Our clothes found resting place on the floor.
Piece by piece,
Until there were no hiding places,
For the two glistening and wanting bodies.
Hunger revealed in this hot moment.
Then skin meshed with skin,
As the floor became the stage.
I moved atop of you easily,
And entered you slowly.
Kissing you as I filled you.
As a gasp broke the kiss,
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, and then became entangled.
Our slow rhythm gave way,
To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,
As you arched your body for comfort,
And I threw you into ecstasy,
With the strength of my blows.
I left you screaming and soaked,
In oblivion again and again,
As you growled my name from the back of your throat,
And our bodies both demanded more,
Each giving to the other,
High on the fluids of foreign substance.
You grasped, then released me,
Grasped then released me,
In effort to relieve me of my control.
The taste of your skin between my lips,
Was like no other.
To hear your cry of mercy,
When my teeth met your warm skin,
Was more breathtaking than you knew.
Yet you still released the control to me.
As you wound your hands in my hair,
And pulled until the flesh on my neck was taut,
I moved with one final and breaking blow,
Forcing our way to the peaks of bliss,
Leaving our screams to echo on like battle cries.
You welcomed the weight of me to crush you,
As I collapsed on top of you,
Still hot and burning,
And I glowing like an ember,
Casting a welcome light,
Should you seek my gifts again.
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