sensation

the sensational tingle
down my spine to my toes
forcing them to curl up
on pointe as a ballerina balancing effortlessly

gasping for air
fingers tangled in hair
hands grasped around my neck 

mercilessly 

submission 

domination
our black creating white
observation

the way your eyes scope my bare skin
when I glimpse at your reflection in the mirror
the erythematic flow of our breathing

intertwined skin on skin

my legs on legs

your fingers on hands 

the epitome of woman and man 

what you do to me 

so far deep ,

lost , drowning

what has been done is done 

but you cant be finished 

competition between us 

me first 

no you first

stop

no dont stop

i think i...

i think i

could stay here with you

and lay here with you

until we are ready to 

spark again