spark my fire

i felt like writing. felt like writing something sexual. while still being kinda sweet. it may not seem like a poem to you. if you think i should change the category then suggest one to me.

it's the way the light shines through your hair
breaking apart and fixing itself into your eyes
reflecting in your dark pupils
a ball of white that i'm close enough to see

it's the way i know you watch me every time i move
how i know you follow me with your eyes as i do simple things
how i know you want me to stroke your cheek while smiling
and maybe leave a butterfly kiss on your lips

it's the things i know you want to say
and you think about how to whisper them just right
so that i get all flushed and bothered
and how it makes you smile to see me react

it's how you use a gentle touch to inflict a pain
so painful it's impossible to not enjoy
how you use your whole body to keep me still
not that i'd want to run in the first place

it's the way you use your lips to find the perfect spots
to use your teeth to drive me to the point of insanity
it's the way you push me past that point
with only gentle touches and barely audible whispers

it's how the point of no return seems to be a game
as you sneak up on it slowly or attack it with a ferocious passion
how you can always manage to get me to the peak of intensity
and let me fall as you stop pushing me through

it's the way no matter how far i fall you catch me in the end
flying me up and higher than before in only a second
it's how the sounds i can't control escape my body
how i feel you getting tense at how you make me squirm

it's the fact you caress me gently with your words of comfort
and hands of rough grace as you carry back to earth
and it's how i know you won't let me sleep alone
wrapping your arms around me tightly as a naked slumber falls upon us.