Imprisoned

Kisses hot and sweet, igniting desire as your hands roam over the lines of my body you have travelled so many times before. Your eyes are burning into mine with an intensity that leaves me weak. The dim light shifts around us, fluttering shadows move over your face. I trace my tongue down your neck in circles, listening to you moan. Then your mouth is on my breasts, my back arches and you slide down, down, down me for a taste. Surfacing, you press your body against me, your craving apparent. I smooth my hand down your stomach, lower, lower, lower until we're both going crazy. I shuffle down, tangled in the sheets to tease you gently with my teeth. Too much, I swing over and straddle you, gasping and biting my lip as two become one. Sweat cascades down our bodies and pools in every curve as we move to a changing rhythm, the windows steaming up. Higher, higher, higher until with cries we fall back down again. My head on your chest, your heartbeat my lullaby. "I love you," you whisper and I am your echo. Then I'm pulling on clothes and fixing my hair, jerky movements, so urgent. "Hurry up!" In your car driving away from heaven again. Hello reality as, with longing, we kiss goodbye again. You drop me around the corner and, heavy-limbed, I stagger with the pain of return right up to the front door. Inside my prison I am burning with so many layers of lies. "Buy much out shopping?" "Couldn't find anything." They don't see that I never stopped falling and I don't show them the scars.