In the Deep

In the deep, longing, passionate, dominating, demanding.

Deep inside the walls, pulsating.

Glistening with warm wetness, tightening against the hard gloriousness.

Deeper still, scratching, tangled, bites.

Going deeper still. Harder, faster. In and out. 
Squeezing, holding, enjoying the friction and yes, it is rising from the deep.

The rise and fall of the wave, panting, moaning, sighing, not wanting it to end.

Deeper still. The rhythm getting slicker, deeper. Moisture between, sliding into a groove, letting it take over.

  Being right here, right now.

A pull, a digging into. Deeper. Yes?

Words of pleasure, excitement, exploding.

In the deep, nothing else matters, nobody, no time, nothing just this deepness and yes, the explosion.

Crescendo crashing waves take over unable to control, stop, shuddering, juiciness.

Open, curling, allowing.

In the deep flowing like a slow, steady stream now.

Relaxed.

Breathless.