Satisfaction Of Distraction

Coming rush our heat created
lips pressed tight and skin is burning
satisfaction of distraction
in the shade your cheeks are turning
Ticking clock is now my rival
stand not watch and turn your eye
make it clear unwelcomed here
as sands go sifting by
Enraptured by a moments kiss
can't miss the seconds passing
simply mine embrace entwine
upon your waves and crashing
Burning hot with racing thought
dig nails in for attention
answered back as teeth exact
the words we fail to mention
Spinning fast is time unknowing
growing tension now in sync
satisfaction of distraction
seems we two are on the brink
Battle ground of mouth to mouth
now cheek to cheek we're turning
coming rush and heat's created
lips are tight and skin is burning

Fall From Grace

Beauty moves and breathes it's you
I'm certain you're a sin,
curving round designed confound
the contour of your skin.
Taste you on my lips I glide
confide the slightest notion,
your scent a spell to slow exhale
my heart throbs too in motion.
Sat to grind your thoughts can't hide
the pulse to rock the race,
your beauty moves I breathe it's you
once more a final taste.
Exhaustion found I drink your sweat
the thirst of skin on skin,
Beauty moves I breathe it's you
I'm certain you're a sin.

Spiraling

Spiraling taste of heaven
moving forward sitting still,
Bend you many different ways
yet never bending will.
Conscious and objective
fighting for a moment slide,
enveloped in a gentle rain
from pain nowhere to hide.
Tucked away from nothing
fully open to it all,
here I feel just safe enough
to trust you if I fall.