Collapses

I pull the curtains back
as I need
the moon's light
to see her
writhe in the beautiful ecstasy
of me tasting her
until my hungered intentions
forces her to scream
ever so slightly like a moan that has yet reach its destiny

As she grasps the sheets
tighter
and tighter
I explore
the essence of her womanhood
deeper
and deeper
both of us wanting
her body
to feel the satisfaction of her soul's ache

Soon
her deep
labored breaths
fill the room with a guttural sound
that only pleasure can define
as wave
after wave
gushes from her femininity's river
until passion's grip releases one last sound
and she collapses