Enough of sad poems... Part III

My hands grip your hips, firm, possessive.
I breathe you in, intoxicated by how ready you are for me.
I press into you without patience,
control gone, need taking over.

Your moans spill freely—
pure music, pulling me deeper.
My hand slides forward, claiming your tits,
fingers closing, teasing, pinching,
drawing another broken sound from your mouth.

I don’t want this moment to end.

We stumble to the bed.
You lie back, eyes locked on mine,
offering yourself without words.
Your legs rest on my shoulders,
pulling me closer, urging more—
in, out, again, until thought disappears.

I lean down, my mouth at your ear.
“I can’t hold back anymore.”
You answer, breathless, undone,
“Me neither.”

Everything breaks at once—
your cry, our bodies, the tension we carried too long.

After, I pull you close.
Your leg drapes over mine,
your head finds my chest.
You listen to my heartbeat,
and for a moment,
nothing else exists.