The Subtleties of Sex

The Subtleties of Sex

A slight arch, soft to the touch
allows me to slide red lace from
your waist. I am a tease; drawing
my lips a breath away from yours
and light fingered circles across
your lower back. Goose bumps
raising on tender skin, While mouth
and tongue approach your neck’s
peak and pull away each time until
we can stand it no longer and come
together.

There’s no jumping in. I wouldn’t
dare be so aggressive, to ruin it
for us both. It’s not a field to be
plowed but a single flower that
must be coaxed from its seed.
An idea contested by some, but
holds true for me despite what
my gender perpetuates.

Our breaths become uneven
hearts beat a spastic rhythm.
All at once the world seems
less cruel. Fading from thought
nothing remains but our bodies
the bed and the energy flowing
between it all. We are the force
that drives the world, the cosmic
balance found in our eyes which
grows stronger with every thrust
and gentle utterance that follows
from it.

Exhausted, your head on my chest
rising with each inhalation of the
sweat soaked air, hair that brushes
against my chin with each repetition.
Words are useless now, nothing to
express the time we have traveled
through.