Crumble

"Crumble"

Sticky lips hover teasingly over my skin

She knows the beast she stirs

And still she waits

The room is thick with her scent

And I inhale deeply

Enjoying

Lilacs and lust

I want her touch

But I will not beg

I tremble

But not because of the grey cold of morning

We are both too heated for that

My body aches

As she moves around me

Ever so careful avoiding any contact

Why won’t she end this silly game?

She needs release

I can feel her want

I need her…

Release

My eyes close

And I can see her devil smile

My eyes open

As her taunting soft laughter tickles my spine

Damn her and her need to control

My will breaks

And our bodies meet

She gasps with a victorious yes

Robert Lloyd