Dancing in darkness and solitude

No reason to rush

I am not a quick fix, an instant answer 
A sugar rush 

I am the whisper of skin on skin
The tickle in the back of your mind. 
Slow steady beat of heart 
Blood rushing through veins, air through lungs.

Like the tension in your muscles as you brace yourself for the strike you know is going to come.
The hitch of breath between deep long strokes.
The gasp as fingers stroke, nails rake, skin breaks.
Gripping harder then softer, light pressure building. 
I am the reason you hold such a firm grip,
As you try to control me with just one look.

You try to make me beg with the promise of fulfillment but you forget my lust has always had no limit. 
Your voice ringing out in a sensual moan,
Your body melting in to mine, sweat on sweat and aching groans.
The echoing impact as our bodies slam
In a sweaty timeless passionate dance.

You see the bee needs time before it can give honey. And queen bees are a whole other story!