Temporarily Sated

Your talent for control
over elements
and my body
leaves me
breathless.

The pulse of electricity
from your fingers,
your lips
tracing the length
of my neck,
lights the
fire of
my
passion.

My back arches,
as your fingers
dig
into my hips
like soft earth
and I open
to your breath
in my ear,
on my skin,
in
my
lungs.

You, both inquisitor
and accomplice,
force your name
from my all
too willing mouth
again
and
again.

We bathe in
the susurrations
of sheets and sweat
of the other's skin,
salt of a stormy
and
passionate
sea.

We rise,
you and I,
transcending
our bodies,
fusing,
strong as
hammered-
steel,
caught up
in one
another.

The moment passes,
leaving the
taste
and
memory
of
our
desire.

Breathless
again-

Exhausted,

Temporarily

Sated.