Last night he drowned between my legs

Last night he drowned between my legs
Slurping, opening
around his face as she blossomed
The windows were bare
a straight path of sight for any curious
neighbor
And his fullness was in my mouth.
Thick, throbbing
with the velvety soft skin, my
tongue playing with every fold
And then I remembered
I was not allowed to come.
A rule I had set for myself, days earlier
To not spill my sexual energy
To practice holding.
Easier, when entirely abstaining
More difficult, when bodies are
absorbed
in one another
I reminded him of this
Lips expanding, swelling
Having to pause, breathe, move
energy through my system
So much
orgasmic energy
Feeling how quickly
I want to dump it
And we continued
praying to each other’s sex
An act of salty
juicy
worship
And I stood up to get a condom
Body silhouetted in the dusk
She was huge, between my legs
Pulsing with every step
Slowly, I eased down on top of him
And was still
Holding him inside
On the living room floor
I turned around
Hair falling down my back
Hips straddling his
Every part of me wanting to let go
To come
just from feeling him
Taking deep breaths, expanding the energy wide
I paused many times
And turned back around,
his face in my breasts
my body melting over him
And I opened, deeper
Still breathing it through my system
Not allowing it over the edge
How much more sensitive my body is, than
years ago
Wanting to go over
at every moment
Tongue on tongue
Throat open
Hair around face
Buried in his neck
Over and over
pausing
holding
and again
And he wanted to come.
Us both laughing at the idea
of me holding myself
while feeling him surge inside of me
An impossible task
But he came
My nipple in his mouth
thrusting deep into my wetness
His sounds
And I held it, just barely
Wrapped him in me
and then eventually
lay next to him
Feeling every piece
of skin
on my body
Feeling how any breath
could be an orgasm
How lit up
I was
I stood up, noticing the air
hit every curve
my legs brushing her
And it continued
every sip of tea
every bite of food
every new sensation
my bare legs
my clean sheets
my messages
threatening to throw me over
And still, this morning
Smelling bacon in bed
Every ounce of my body
alive
full of orgasm
still living in my system
What happens if you hold it
This is day one
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