Tres Simul

Your cheeks tighten into red cherries,
Thin lips form a thick smile,
Your warm, soft skin brushes against mine,
Sparks fly across our tongues,
Cutting my hands on your cheekbones,
An unyielding gaze of wanting,
Your hair sliding softly between my fingers,
Curved lines drawn in bold,
Our nails carving statues out of each other,
Soft sounds that made me weak


A grip so tight my vision flashes white,
Unrelenting forces of command,
Warm breath poured upon burning skin,
Bright eyes grinning with glee,
Like soft putty in your hands I melt away,
Breathing becoming outdated,
My neck is curved in line with my spine,
Forbidden fruit bitten with vigor,
My head is twisted with rushing thoughts,
Unmasked, unleashed, uncaged