Clara

Our Relief

Lifted at the hips so my gown drags upon the floor
Desperate for relief you bring the ice to my core
With a shuddering sigh I lean back upon our rest
Allowing you to feel the heat of my skin, notice the sweat between my breasts
Your hands so sure and confident ease my weakened legs
My panting breath fills the silence
We need not speak to hear my wanting release
I repeat your name, a plea
Almost fervently
You dip your head and see
How I\'m ready for thee
The sheets beneath me dampen
My loosened breath
Back arched with each swell and each crest
You murmur your encouragement between each breath
I continue to cry out with a thunderous heart
Ball my fists into your shortened black hair
You say sweet girl, you\'re almost there
My head falls back as my core contracts
Wet and tender, you bring me my release
We cry out together, what a relief
This love we created together.