Revival

Revival

By Shaire Blythe

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Silken tongue provoking what he shouldn't be

My hips steadily swaying, but the begging within set ablaze

at the invitation of him truly awakening me

Hands clutch around curved thighs

Fingers grasp soft strands, thrusting, trapping him there as if there's no pay until the job's done

I ache, eager for what's to come,

but we shouldn't rush,

not this moment

Much like a revival, a coming to

that has been proven

I have chosen you.

       Yes, you

to arouse my fevered nature

to compel my flesh to quiver

I grab the pillow, sinking my teeth in,

as your tongue submerges at the expense of my fulfillment

       Yes, you

No other can do it quite like you.