By: Nathan Hill~

tempests lovver

A lover’s bite so eagerly,
upon her slender nape.
In sudden swell she turns to me,
a tempest taken shape.

This force of nature eyes me wild,
as hungers sharply hone,
these hands that clasp with urgency,
upon my flesh and bone.

Sea mist glistened limbs entwine,
and rhythm soon is found.
As tempo matches waves of breath,
does sense of self unbound.

Soon fervent need reciprocates,
and beckons all control.
And now I pray restraint is found,
lest it consumes us whole.

© Nathan Hill. All rights reserved, a month ago