Lust
The room is thick with heated desires,
Your hands guiding my bare hips.
Our bodies burn in these sudden fires,
While my breath is stolen from my lips.
Your mouth finds mine to swallow my moan,
Hands tracing paths that leave the surface bare.
We hang suspended in this dark alone,
Our lust building in the heavy air.
Our breath aligns, a ragged sigh,
Chest pressed to chest until the damp skin clings.
Arching beneath the weight, the tension high,
Caught in the friction that the pressure brings.
Your touch is deliberate, sinking deep and slow,
Lost in the shadows, we chase the pleasure.
Your lips find mine, and stills the ache below,
As the world around us dissolves and we lose all measure.
