our turn

You will have to take hold of me and put me inside.
The way you bite your lip will show me you are nervous.
I will take your hips and squeeze with my digits.
But you  are going to control the depth and the pace.
When you finally make it all fit and we are all in.
Slow long strokes where you squeeze at the base.
Pull up until you reach the point I almost escape.
Then roll your hips as you move back to take all of me.
I can already see you getting lost in the mix of us.
Finding that rhythm that will give us both our release.
My hips will thrust as that moment nears.
The sound of satisfaction will escape our mouths.
Mixed the gasp for air and calling for ever more.
You are going to have to keep going.
A climatic end is a tragedy when another waits.
I will take over and look upon you from above.
Wrapping my everything inside, you smile with a look.
Only to flutter your eye lids as we sink into a moment again.
You will have to take hold of me and let me stay forever inside.

© Jeph Rants