her every
exhale
is timed to my
inhalation
she grinds
against me
with burning need
that can only be
reciprocated
with every nerve
in my body

my arm
fits perfectly
across her ribs
her breast
fills the palm
of my hand
as if
sculpted
specifically for it

we are
a jigsaw puzzle
of ravenous hunger
the image
distorted
until the moment
she clicked
against me

a tapestry
of skin
like a yin yang
of lust love
pure understanding
only complete
between moans
whimpered cries
of ecstacy
beneath
the upside down sky