Roughing it
There was no place to sit really
Other than on your lap,
So I straddled the past
And nuzzled into your neck.
Your stubble scratched and burned a bit;
But having had worse of late,
It was a nice change of pain.
Thinking I had shaken off
My bad girl image
In a proper manner,
You looked a bit surprised
To see me nestling in
So comfortably close.
Soon enough though,
You forgot you even wanted to stand;
A memory lapse generally associated
With our lips connecting
And my legs tightening around your waist.
Occasionally I think you tried to speak,
Or maybe neither of us did,
But considering how both pleasantries
And panties
Had been pushed aside
I suppose it doesn't matter really
I do however remember laughing
When you were somehow able to manage
A meaningful, 'Fuck it'
When I arched my back,
And we connected,
I can still feel you
As I felt you when,
All at once
Intimately
Beside me
Beneath me
Inside me
And always
Near me
As you both loved
And feared me
Holding on with the moment,
I smiled into your eyes
While your hands briefly found rest
At the small of my back
Even more so
When the need
To match my rhythm
Overwhelmed
Your urgent desire,
And you began
To feel for us here
And now
And then
And again
Not to mention every afterwards
We've somehow managed to hold on with
Ever since.
