In the dark of night it is easy to forget, to surrender to lust and want. Morning would erase the excesses of our desires even as the rising sun revealed them, showing the curve of my breast marked by teeth, the rounds of my bottom shadowed with stripes.
Still we undress, eyes drinking in bared flesh, tongues tracing lips, hunger fanned to a blaze that will consume. Twist and tangle, fingers in hair, legs parting, sliding, gripping; my surrender conquering her. Bound I held her, blinded I saw her, giving her everything as she took me. My need validating hers.