Mask

Our eyes flutter,
open and then closed,
mouths pressed hard together,
taking turns being the leader.

Fighting the urge to be in control
I let you take over me,
and its worth it.

Your breaths on my breasts
cause my fingertips to curl into displaced pillows,
panting in anticipation of the connection you with hold.

You taunt me and I almost get bored,
soaking in the passion I fear you're faking.

Until you let me have you.

I take you in and I know that you are not,
and deep inside I wonder what would happen if I let go and enjoyed you inside and out.

I wont yet,
yet you feel right, right now.

In the moment I feel like your mask is off.

You say you 'love to be inside me'.

I don't know what to say so I moan,
and you match me.

Everything tenses and actuates,
our hearts,
our parts,
our breaths.

Until there is nothing left but cigarette smoke,
and sweat.