Pressure Builds

Pressure builds

The tingle of sweat beading down your abdomen 

Falls into place as you slide along

Thrusting to the contours of our tangled shape

You begin where I end

Panting the sounds of my name 

How sweet the vibration of your body

Forget the streetlamp light outside the window 

Remember the move I crave the most

Force your way to my smothered screams 

Incite with me the cries of pleasure

Saturated 

Calm

Infatuated with the way you build the pressure.