tender violations

there was no pretense
every defense fell away as you took me into you.
our merging fleshes metaphor for hearts burning,
yearning, turning to someone to trust before the dust
we become is blown away.
I can still feel your body, as you lay upon me,
exhausted and spent, the fire went to a whiter heat
and the sweetness was no lost on me as I was lost
inside you as you rode me for your pleasure.
I will resound for the rest of my life the sound
of your surrender, the feel of your hips in my hands
as you swallowed me up and centered me within your
last bastion of modest resistance. as you rose and fell
in rhythm with your needs, your impalement a miracle
of my flesh speaking as a proxy for my heart.
and the look in your eyes as you felt me pulse within you,
my release in time with your own, spoke truths
you will never dare to surrender to the air
as you surrendered your body to my hunger
and allowed me to consume you in tender violations.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.