The Moment II

fragile wrist your
fingers circle me as your
body crowds my
back drowned
under your skin I lie
your mouth
on my neck your
hand
on my hair stroking
stroking it
away from there and your
scent musky, dark,
words read aloud that
spark the moment
live and
reeling in the blood
your long legs lie
mine I disappear
under your
weight and
strength your body
ties me to the bed
and soft your lips
and firm your hands
I lie under your
manhood and
am woman to
your skin as I
take you in
and filling I
am filled and
filling I
feel the coming
moment
powered and gone

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