I'm aching to feel the heel of my hand

held hard up against the bend in your spine,

pushing your pivotal skeletal strand

til your groin meets the vibrant heat of mine.

My insistent hips claim ownership,

 my firm palm presses your sensitive nape

coaxes an involuntary gasp from your lips,

moulding your chest to my breasts gentle shape

Each finger engulfed in that soft shorn hair,

That resistant skull succumbs to my touch

and mouth and tongue greedly gulp your air

inhaling your breathing, longing too much.

I lift the lids of my fearless blue eyes

challenging yours to meet my conviction

urgently seeking to see your surprise,

needing reflection of unsanctioned passion.

My thirst for you a dangerous torture

To drink and never satisfy the desire

Of a compelling cry for what I abhor

My soul in crisis my body on fire