Burn


Kisses that I start and can’t end.

His fingers in my hair.

I tug his hand and lead him to the bed.

“Thought you said slow?”  He’s smiling at me.

He strips me as efficiently as he strips the engines.

Sucks my nipple.  My fingers grasp for control and find only him.

I kiss and lick his chest, his belly, his cock.

He is pleading, begging and I am making promises about soon.

Then soon is now and I am sliding into him.

His heat surrounds me.

He says my name as we slide into oblivion.

I need nothing more.