Hips and lips 
hover above Sexcalibur. 
I wait;
and watch your face
drink me in.   

Expectation,
of silken contact, 
wherever it be.
Your breath hushed, 
waiting… 

Straddled across your hips,
silken lips 
fleetingly
brush against Sexcalibur,  
coaxing a slight tremor. 

Damp lips spread, 
caressing hilt to tip 
with slick lust. 
A recoil from tip to hilt 
reveals a glistening tease. 

My undulations stoke 
the fires of your exigency. 
I shall lead this dance until
my frenzied ascent
carries me to the cusp of euphoria.
 
A starlit face,
toes curled, 
teetering on the brink, 
my wonder afire. 
Pull me into your realm, lover,

Hold me close,
Caress the tremble
while I ride the edge of sublimity. 
Toy my lust into 
a fierce detonation.

© trinket 2019