Her Turn
the curve of her pale body
enclosed by my own, though tan
was such a sight
it made my river run
her muscles contract
around my bony fingers
and a hard pebble
where my hand still lingers
the sway and rhythm
of our bodies in time
the subtle softness
is quite sublime
her muscle the sword
hdiden in a sheath
her delicate skin
trying to hide the muscle underneath
our bodies close
my breath hot on her skin
this feeling so good
i'm scared it is sin
breathing harder now
i feel she is close
her body is a drug
and i'm on a high dose
her breathing quickens
and my heart races to match
on to eachother
our bodies attach
as her moans grow louder
and mine do aswell
i feel her pushing
pushing me out of her shell
but my fingers are tricky
and push against the swelling
of her tissue around me
i listen to what it's telling
as she collapses
i catch her so
between pants she whispers
soon it will be my turn to go