Imagining

Your honeyed tongue
Ignites me
Shooting sparks
Across the fabric
Of my soul

Coursing, rushing
Veins on fire
I combust
No other touch
Does this
Quite like yours

No gentle thrusting
But rather
A powerful consumption
Taking and giving
Holding on
And letting go

Breathless
A thousand sensations
Buried and bursting
Filling the core
Of all that I am

Slaked, glistening
The glow lingers
A delicious shimmer
It is enough…
For now