In Prayer

the curve of your body
rises upwards from where
i lie, curled around you,
under the bridge of you.
your fingers entwine my hair,
pulling me close, close,
to your scent, my cock
pushing up in the hollow
behind your knee, stronger
as i breathe the smell
of your cunt into my
body, heady with desire.
time is slowing as
my hands dance, trance
like over you, feeling
for the pleasure burst.
i look up, my eyes stepping
into the path of yours
as you pull me upward
against you, one hand
encircling my neck, your
other encircling my cock
breaking my own hands
reverie of your flesh.
i wrap myself in you
crushing ourself into a
perfectly designed shape.
your face blurs all
except your hot eyes.
as your hand guides me
into you, my existence
right then is sharp
in your eyes, and so
soft in your sex.