Gallop
Prompt response: the hybrid erotic
Galloping bareback — blood pulsing, steamy amid the undulation — a parabola of shapes sketching my ecstasy with swirly strokes, rough strokes —
Oh, oh
the slowness
the oscillation
mounting — meticulous
lubricous, grating side to side — an all-consuming pressure— sparks creeping onto skin anew — pores an aperture, thirsty, lapping in briny aroma, tongue-
too much — too little
expanding — contracting
softly filling
flesh firm — expanding
seeking in darkness— cheek to cheek — glimpsing a pupil as eyelids flutter— me like an angel, fallen and donning demon garb — his voice velvet to my heart
gaze locking
loins tender — hard
pulsating pulsating
hip to hip
beating at his demand, ripe mouth, exploring my glistening sacred with his majestic profane— and when his stride halts I am pummulled — to the stars and back — landing on both feet
grasping tight
moaning release —
rendering the world dark
if not for a second.
