Sensory Feast

Glasses entangled on a dusty dashboard.
Aching within as I can't move fast enough.
Like an animal
I pounce.
Our lips collide.
Cadence increases
we're nearly out of time.
Pause,
retract to lock my gaze with yours.
I don't want to escape
I want to exist fully in this moment.
Savor all of the beautiful brilliance
radiating from each and every one of your pores.
My fingers tracing the contours of your face
eye brow to the crease on your stubbled cheek
finding a home at the tip of your lips.
What carnal desire once was
is now portrayed as unrivaled tenderness.
Caught in rapture.
Willing to yield.
I am yours.