Urges

Steel and leather surround and excite

feeling tonight a tactile craving.

The music pounds its vitality into my soul,

breathing slow and controlled.


Range of motion matching tempo

pushing the limits of physicality,

salacity's grin,

as your pink petals glisten.


Love beads form and trail your curves,

the urge of gravity commands droplets down

through the valley of your shadow of heat.


The driving beat my focus, you become

the drum that's played,

splayed open for my devouring.


Pushing, flexing,

pumping, pulling.


Hot, slippery sighs becoming

low guttural moans

as pulse rises to dizzying heights.


The blue burn comes sweet and slow

it's warmth seeping and erupting

a syrupy haze thickly glazing

your walls of delight

as I release the leather ties.


Gasps become pleads of need

as key unlocks cuffs,

unfettered echoes of urgent craving

invoke thrusts of might

as faint marks on skin

will linger beyond this night.