Closed

In bed sheets of satin

Lay enveloped,

entangled and spread

Bodies two, of mortal flesh

One

atop

another.

Her hair lay splattered,

strewn

and

untidy

while, she fought hard -

Her ebbing dopamine

running riots

across her nubile nape;

in numbers infinite

and plenty.

Warm,

so warm,

she felt she'd melt

him inside, in her.

Illustration Courtesy: Love-Making, Couple and Constellations by Anne Lomberg [annelomberg.com]

Bathed in ecstasy

He clambered atop

Over her

Pulsating, throbbing, beating

Against her genitals

with a resolve

offensive at the least

and

libidinous at its finest;

Exploring anew

Skin, all tender and white

Salivating,

while his fingers

clamped into the flesh

digging deep at the curves

She resisted, or she thought she did

before she desisted back

while her man gnawed at her brittle nips

His mane, of black and black abound,

ruffled across her face

And she smelt him, he smelt of her

(the animal he was)

bathed in the tangy release of her submission

He bit her,

in spaces that hurt.

She whined

and matched his groan.

Strangling,

he went for her neck,

placing the voluptuous her

open

Eat

She obeyed

and gulped

but

not before she had,

had held his sex throbbing in her paws,

wet and dripping

of unceding lust;

and gulp she did

all his juices

endless

until the end

He ate her mouth

Still pungent and gross

Knowing full well

the Pandora's box he'd pried open

And open it did

In gushes

of colourless orgasms

Livid

in closed eyes, twitches and spams,

She spread her legs

Like she made snow angels

In sheets of snow

Inviting

Yielding

Submitting

Her self

to him

Do it

He obeyed.

And stuffed her

With himself

Deep.

Shut.

And closed.