Take Me There

Take me there 

Take Me There

Close the door.

Let the world fade.

It’s just you… and the heat you made.

Eyes lock—no words.

Only breath and skin.

Your hands say, "I know where you've been."

Fingertips slow, like dripping wine,

Tracing paths that blur the line

Between what's yours… and what’s now mine.

You lift my chin—

No need to speak.

Your mouth writes poems across my cheek.

Pull me close.

No space, no light.

Just heartbeats wrestling with the night.

Slide in deep, not just your flesh—

But soul and sound and silken mesh.

Each stroke, a whisper: “More,” I plead.

You give, you take, you feed the need.

My nails, your back.

Your grip, my thighs.

A rhythm lost in moans and sighs.

I fall apart—

But you hold tight.

Guiding me through waves of white.

I lose my name.

Forget the day.

You break me sweetly, every way.

So take me there,

Where fire flows—

Where every scream is one that knows:

This isn’t play.

This isn’t show.

This is deep.

And real.

And slow.