You fall onto me heavy
until my body is a wreck
yet your love machine
unites with my steel,
the oil of my glans,
lubricant to wheel
the movement of your time,
the teeth of your gear in rhythm
as my hands free your nipples
from their sphere, rolling them
between thumb and finger
like two dark eyes wide open
dilated, blinded by our love.
You squeak and rattle me harder
but never pause, just motor on
purring softly in my ear,
"wait for me baby, hold on".
I hold on for the faster,
hold on for the harder,
hold on until the hum.
Your pace slows and I know
this is the moment of letting go.
We release in sync; the making
of our love, a well oiled machine.
Originally published January 2009