Fall Into Me

A sappy, reverent poem prompted by an intimate encounter

Her eyes are wide shut beneath a 
slate of paint recently begun to crack 
A dwindling disguise of decency, doomed by the rise in her pulse and the subtle arch at the small of her back 
The expectant quiver in her lip my calling sign, a cue that soon brought her body to bask beneath the security of mine 
It was in the dead of night we lay in a place where there was no darkness 
A time too transcendent for the task of trivial talk 
As her head sat back in silence, her neck was told of my intentions by my teeth 
It was in that moment that a savage scrape against my skin had never felt so sweet 
From the ruination of the flesh at my back she found herself ravaged in the kindest of ways 
The only thing louder than her heartbeat is hammer of the headboard, 
Sounds of her writhing reveled only by the rustling of the sheets 
Each lull through her lips sent her body tightening in loving lock of horns set to last until the moment we'd collapse, succumbing to out own beastial bliss 
Our act was temporal but the moment is timeless 
Love had taught us the feeling of being twice 
But now we knew of what it felt to become one