Connection

Your breath, a warm whisper against my neck, fingers tracing fire down the curve of my spine. Our bodies, a language of want, pressing close, a slow, deliberate friction, skin to hungry skin. Then, the thrust, deep and primal, a rhythmic tide, wet heat engulfing, gasps caught in a shared sigh. Every nerve ablaze, a molten core expanding, until release shatters us, exquisitely undone.