Ferocious Dreams

I got stuck in the night
But I found you
Sent to the place where we met in 
darkness 
Through spindling hands 
Anti clockwise 

Together we sit
With heavy literature
quite silently
Carving slowly in the back
soft shapes 

Words erase tingling into air
from open mouth
Lips space apart, sweet, tempting, hungry,
Swallowing the air that strays  between them.
Our bodies swaying. 

Under cloth 
I would grasp you tight 
Yes mine mine mine
Behind the curtains
Possessive. Child like. Gripping drastically onto silken skin.
And then sinking under,
I drift unconscious, 
Into you.