To feel the blood rushing through my veins,
to hear the roar of my heart in my chest.
To feel the throbbing of my center,
impatient for your entrance.
To feel the desperation as it rides hard
on the back of the heat that flushes the skin.
To hear your breathing,
feel it hot upon my body.
The tingling along the walls of my core.
To taste your tongue as it slides into my mouth,
mocking the rhythm of your hips.
To smell your skin
as my teeth carve my claim.
To see the piston-like motion
at the junctures of our thighs,
as you slide in and out,
forcing me higher.
To hear your breath catch
as you come closer.
To lose control over my senses
as our voices rise as one.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017