Infatuation - collaboration by Light Baron and Eve

I know I can't quite grip her,
but a gentle hold alone
would extinguish her
instantly

she needs my insecurity
wrapped in armor,
my confidence disciplined;
like a saddle strapped
on white water rapids    

he’s a weakness I want to fall into
with strong arms to lift me to new heights
lost in the vulnerability of his wanting eyes

like a Cheshire smile on drunken lips
he whispers my desires back into my ear  
ruby bitten mouth, a hand on his shoulder
his hand lingering on a trembling hip

I’m close, but not close enough
waiting for him to put his money
where his mouth is
and show me a dark new world

I sense that bellow the spectral vacuum
of her sleepless night
is an indigo;
that can be greeted
with a fragrant arrangement of phrasing  

but to entice the morning dew
to appear on the silken milked poppy
of her dawn

I must excite the air

until trade-winds coast along her topography;
planting flags of conquest

he has a way with words
that leaves me wanting to melt
into the soft hazy carpet
my body burning deeper than my flushed cheeks
that caress the stubble of his chin
hands slip past clothing
to flesh that aches for sordid dreams

I’m weak and lost
in the landscape of his face
that speaks of more to come
as he lights my skin on fire
with ardent fingers

I want to feel the world promised on his tongue
and repay him in pleasured notes

and when the world is worded  
with enough flowers;
to pad the fall of collided stars,
my barb will be engorged to berry
and I will prick her til quiver

there are assassins
hidden in the nirvana valleys
of her thighs,
archers with intoxicant-dipped arrows
along her breasts

my army,  
exicted to ecstatic kamikaze;  
can't wait any longer

to plunge into her death

and get lost in the labyrinth
of his pulse
beating into me like a rose petaled breeze
where heaven floats
with pain fuelled ecstasy

I’m a feather in white flag surrender
open and filled with the life of him
that has me yearning for the destination
filled with teeth and nails
and tongues and the breaking of vows
as we prolong the ending
that awaits

my thighs wrapped around him in possession
and submission
like a drug
that leaves me begging
even as I’m enclosed
in the greatest of highs

finally,
when the friction from
frenzied, teeth-torn panties
cools

in the pooled collection
of our deliciously decadent discharge

I will plead for forgiveness

for taking so long

to sensually brutalize her;
from earlobe
to eager opening

I lie mellowed and aching
in all the right ways
my breath the only betrayal
to the steady calm my body portrays

I listening to the sound of his voice
whisper sleep like a lullaby
as sweat cools in the hollows of our bodies
that filled and exploded
into the glorious afterglow
of a night I won’t soon forget