Toppling

I can't wait to be touched by her
made to peak by her
Submissive to her as I top her gently
Moved to a new space and time where she and I are we
and we never ends

I want to know what it means to be
her instrument
her very own
her bed mate
her soul's greatest earthly desire

Falling from the precipice of her
finding softness in each curve
and hard places
erect peaks of intense pleasure

I want not to imagine her hands exploring me
but to know them
and yield under their control
to be understood intimately
and give voice to so many words unspoken

I crave ownership
of her and by her
belonging only to her
and she to me

Toppling through delicious
submerged in the divine of her
shuddering with expectation
I am undone in her presence

I want to call up memories of the essence of her
on my tongue
the top of her head between my thighs
the soft undulation of her belly above me
lips pressed to her temple

I want to make commitments to her
each time I peak with her
Falling through layers of reality
into the fullness of purpose