Aphrodite

9

The cool words that slip from your breath

Send chills dancing up my spine,

Tiny prickles, ascending one by one

Like jolts of electricity.

You stroke my cheek with a smirk.

You grope at my hip, and I grope at your back in return.

You convince me so easily with the way you toss my hair

And thumb across my thigh.

You're a schmoozer, you're a con.

I hope you know what you're doing to me.

There is fiery passion, liquid inspiration as your tongue makes its way down my throat.

The teeth that scrape my neck draw crimson ink for your poetic musings.

It's artistic, somehow, the way you have me in your grip,

Pleading for more of you,

Begging for you to connect my every freckle with a slow, meticulous finger.

Your whispers of romance give me goosebumps;

Your mumbles of drama drift over my body in waves.

You fill my mouth with a thousand love poems when you kiss me,

And when you tug on my hair, raising fire on my scalp, you write a hundred more.

Your tongue probes with care

And landmarks one point of terrain after another.

Nails, fingers, palms squeeze with moments of fervor and moments of calm,

None of them coming exactly in succession.

Your curiosity shows in nimble fingertips

As they strip me, one garment after another,

Your teeth and tongue still wandering, inspecting,

Taking snapshots wherever they go.

The red and blue and purple across my chest are notes ascending on a staff,

The nails digging into my back a bow sawing over strings,

My desperate moans a chorale resurfaced from the vaults of time.

You grind against me, the friction thrumming like a bass in my chest.

Your breath on my thighs is the song of an ocarina.

I'm panting, letting your name escape my mouth

As you keep time with the crack of your hand against my quivering ass.

I'm ecstatic as you press me down

And keep me in your dominion.

You map over me, territory that belongs to you only,

Plotting points for seizure and launching into a battle I immediately let you win.

You call me yours and grip my loins, unafraid of ownership.

I'm not afraid, either, but I still tremble under your thumb.

Your eyes are narrow and aimed like lasers

When you clasp my wrists, tie them together.

I'm going berserk with each blow of the strap, of the whip, and I try to mute muffled screams.

Sparks fly from my shoulders, my knees crack, my hips swerve back and forth without thought.

If this is punishment, then let me be your prisoner forever.

You have healing power in your touch,

A fountain of all-curing elixir that you grant me so generously.

You make note of my heartbeat,

And you know all the ways to make it rise and fall.

My entire being quakes: body, mind, spirit, with each thrust.

I am so in awe of the impossibility, the magnificence of your love.

Darling, the world disappears when you fuck me like this.

I don't ever want this to end,

No matter how much I ache from exertion afterward.

I want your teasing, your toying with my body. I need it.

You are the entrepreneur: you sell me something I can't resist.

You are the cord to my body: you send energy pulsing through my veins.

You are the explorer: you mark me head to toe out of interest.

You are the artist: you paint me with colors I never thought existed.

You are the author: you mark my words, my moans and write them down with care.

You are the musician: you overwhelm my body with your song.

You are the imperialist: you seize me and choke the air from my lungs to keep as your own.

You are the warden: you discipline me with the lash, the chain.

You are the doctor: you cure me of illnesses only you know I had.

You are the magician: you amaze me, and never reveal the way you work your wonders.

You are the lover: you love me in the unimaginable way you do.