Her need was palpable, her musk cloying the ether An urgent yet subtle pant, palpable The abandonment of rationale and decorum evident Anxious fidgeting and vocal tremor The imploration in her eyes, welling forth her impending loss to the edge Conditioned she was, And, intentionally and within the container of our trust and knowing, I had edged and triggered her all day And now was the moment of visceral truth Her trust meant the world to me She had breached my walls, and straddled my soul with kindness and love At night I’d enfold her into me keeping limitations of time at bay Supplicant she opened he thighs to the knowing course of my hand, Into the cleft of her panties, soaked A telling tremor as my finger parted her mons, into the lush lubricious folds of swollen pink She came on my hand, impaled, sinking willingly onto its knowing reach Leaning into me, her face lost into the warmth of my shoulder, Her feral pant quickening, Knowing fate She began to buck thirstily, her core imploding into a thousand stars Her vulva's glisten oiling down her thighs and my hand And slowly tension began to leave her body, her weight collapsing into mine Her softening touched me and I lifted her, my amour, to bed to our container, to peace