poem

Home, private at last, just us
Against the wall, my back is chill
Quickly forgotten as you touch me
Gentle then harsh, painful then soothing
Contrasting but building as we proceed
Each touch drawing more of my consciousness towards it

Quickly we move now, down to the floor
I lay, arms above my head, eyes closed
As you trace spirals on my skin
Occasional overt sexuality but usually
Teasing, evading; coming closer slowly
Then a hand between my legs and now there is only that

Til the other hand finds somewhere else to be
My arms move aimlessly, finding your body
And trace their own aimless designs
As you trace yours with intention
And sounds fade from my awareness
Leaving only my breathing, and yours, in their wake

Time ceases to matter, or maybe to exist
(Not that I'd know the difference)
My entire self, conscious only of
Moving below each touch and caress
As I drift through a new reality
And meet your eyes, focusing only on you and me

Til at last, the inevitable conclusion
Two bodies moving together
Acting on and reacting with each other
For both of us now, not much is real
Not time nor the world outside
As we seek, then reach, the same feelings together