I Reach Defeat

you grab ahold of me,

my thigh spilling in between

your fingers, spread —

the tips dig in deep,

pulling me down

to you beneath,

somewhere within my knees,

somewhere within my needs.

our bodies stacked

but not fixed,

you pick me up and flip

yourself over me,

your hand secures both wrists

above my head, arms extended

you have me pinned,

and pining until I beg.

And so I plead,

desperately needing

you to fulfill your tease,

your touch comes in jolts,

conducting through to my feet,

I wrap my legs around you and

pull myself up, our skin meets

I reach defeat.