Our Coming Together. By CpSingleton © 2016
I dropped towards her thighs like
A large snowflake:
I knew this act would melt me;
Maybe eventually destroy me,
But it was as inevitable as death.
The gravity of our lust was
Just too strong to resist.
Her slender fingers burrowed
Into the hair of my crown.
It could have been to comfort, but
I suspect it was more as a guide or
A barrier for any indecision
She thought that I may have.
If it was for the latter, she was
Wasting her time.
I wanted this and I was sober.
Which meant I wouldn’t rush or
Under think each delicate act:
I would be in the moment.
We would allow our bodies to meld.
We would flow within one another.
Each meaningful stroke felt.
Every sigh sought perfectly.
The final, climactic explosion of
Our souls and sex would be
A crescendo of orchestrated joy.
This would be our coming together!