A tornado of sex

Our fingers interlaced we formed a chain of pleasure. 

Tied to each other we pulled into ourselves, with a frenzy to become one. 

We feel each other entirely. We pulse synchronously, with a savage beat; passion and furor spark off of our skin as the air crackles with the lightning of our sex. 

Kisses become a way to devour each other, interrupted only when we go so deep that my thickness and your tightness steal our breath. 

As we fuck we become a tornado of everything we are. Our breath, our sweat, our muscles interchanged. We don’t know where one begins and the other ends. We whisper of love and honey and your nails dig into my body trying to find a way to express the inescapable desire for more and more. 

As I thrust into your loveliness, I remember how you taste and I grin and lose myself into you. Body and soul. 

As your hips push and take me in, you remember how it felt in your lips as you sucked me off. You lose yourself into me. Body and soul. 

We float into the ether to never come back. We will never be the same after this.