There is a trickle of sweat running down your neck

And I am compelled to run my tongue along its length,

To taste the essence of yourself that springs from your skin.

I can almost fool myself into believing that the quickening of your heart

Means more than a mere physical reaction.

I can almost convince myself that the muted groan I elicit

Implies more than just the basest of needs.

I can almost continue deluding myself

Until your whispered words leave no doubt just what you want from me…

Just what you want to do to me.

Despite my doubts I feel that all too familiar tightening in the pit of my stomach.

My body doesn’t crave loving pleas or tenderness.

Only desire.

And that is the one thing you are more than willing to provide.

It is my traitorous heart that has begun to long for more.

I have a fleeting thought that I should end this…

That I should surrender myself to someone

Who wants more than just what my body can bestow.

But then your lips are on me…

Possessing me…

Forcing me back until I have no choice but to succumb and let myself fall…

To welcome your body moulding into mine,

Even as your fingers tighten almost painfully around my wrists.

You are always loathe to leave any doubt as to who is in control.

That I trust you to restrain me even this much is nothing short of a miracle unto itself,

And I ignore the fact that you have never recognized the gift you have been given.

It would hurt more if I didn’t know that we were both using each other,

That I am the only one who can withstand the onslaught of your passion…

That I am the only one who finds solace in it.

A tiny voice murmurs that there has to be more than this,

But it is quickly silenced by a shout from those parts of my mind

That are rapidly approaching a loss of coherent thought.

Not even my heart can deny my arousal….

Not when your mouth is seeking those spots that you know will make me quiver.

Not when your hand is slowly reaching between my thighs.

This is only the beginning and already I feel like I’m on fire.

I know that you won’t be there in the morning.

I know that I won’t awaken to the feel of your arms around me.

I know that I won’t see you again until your hunger is too much to bear.

I know all this and right at this moment it doesn’t matter,

Not as long as you set my blood on fire.

The End