I was standing there
without a care
and he whispered
here,
now,
silently I move with him
his hand in mine
against the tree
he pushes me
pressing his lips to mine
a hand slips
beneath my shirt
as he finds
the plump orb
that brings him such delight
as he traces my lips
with his tongue
I open to him seeking
moaning
softly
his kiss leaves me gasping
and dragging in air
my skirt begins to slide
up my thigh
his callused hand searching
chills race down my spine
everytime everywhere
its the same
my body rushes to that escape
my thoughts scatter
as he plunges in
a soft scream escapes
as my nails dig in
faster and harder he goes
from head to toes
all senses kick in
sensitive now
everything is pleasure
the soft whisper of the wind
on my naked skin
the not so gentle tug in my hair
arching my back
I beg for more
knowing
anticipation building of the moment when
the silent death happens and I begin again.
