Oh’ But For One Moment More Deeply

While the swollen river
beneath them, flows pulsing and pressing,
compelling, constraining
like silk and like satin, shaping and sliding ..

They then move as one,
both to-ing and fro-ing, each knowing how,
where and when, to take and to give ..

Then to bend and to tighten their grip and
release before probing ..
To ache, so sublimely to shudder and slip ..

And as he squeezes the fruit
at the tip of each peak, then bites, but so gently
each one so sweet .. Then come the thrusts ..

Like a stallion between
the depths of her folds, her petals, those lips,
he comes crashing like thunder ..

And she, like a waterfall loses all self-control
yet in that moment, both knew
there could be no stopping, or indeed, turning back ..