your fingers in my mouth
last night
your grey eyes pierce
the defense
green eyes beg for mercy
fingers palms around my breasts
your lips have sealed
my arguments
the weight of your command
over me while my legs lock you in
nothing about us
is so simple
while our breathes spar under the stars
the waves have chosen sides
an angry surge and im on top
but your hands clutch my hips
ive fallen under your rhythm
studying the pleasure on my face
rolling like the ocean
you gain command of the tautness
of my body
denying me nirvana by the shore
the traces of urgency on your wrinkled brow
are buried in my tangled hair
fingers locked in final battle
we come to a mutual agreement
Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.
