Lost

You wake me slow

With hands in my hair

And hungry growls

Stored up in days of restless impatience

You slide over and claim

Legs scissoring mine, spreading wide

Opening

To take without asking 

Your arm slips around my waist

Breath on my neck

One touch, two and I’m groaning 

Tipped into pleasure

As if I’m falling into galaxies 

Scalded raw and red by star fire

All moisture licked up in

The fury of your passage

Through clouds and time

Until it rains again

In this other world

Where dreams come true