An hour

There was no foreplay.
For we were fuel and fire.

He dragged me to the edge of the bed and penetrated.
Before I could realise, he dipped his solitary finger and then another
It was his meat and fingers grazing my orifice
I twisted with agonizing pleasure.
My moaning was intermittent
For I was choked in ecstasy.

We switched positions
I mounted him, holding the bed post.
Cradling his power in my expanse,
I drifted off in my trance

Droopy were his eyes yet they kept framing me.
I descended to taste my conquest.
Musky was the success.
Delirious he was when I gingerly played with his rocks.
Glossing my lips with his,
I taunted his gift.

He pleaded hurt me more.
I went on... biting him all over.
We went on and on for one hour.

As it was time to leave, we kissed with heavy heart
But we were ready for another round of
resonating beats.
He laid me on the bean bag.
And engulfed me from behind.

An hour tried to accommodate us
But we were relentless.
We realised then we were destined.
In our deepest and darkest wanderings.
It was only us.