A Sub’s Song

waves of passion steam

the windows gasping

for air as you fill me

deep

Truck bouncing in

dim street lights

Like naughty teenagers who

cant bear to wait

We connect sweat

dripping hands

gripping

faces nuzzling

bodies pushing

deeper always further

Closer

[le petit mort

I finally understand

not an ending but

ascending

we open the door

to heaven]

time stretches on

we don’t disconnect

You hold me

All safety and strength

And I

All softness and warmth

unspoken comfort

bodies close with

dripping bliss