Gripping Points

Gripping Points

My hands climb your figure like a mountain side,
Surveying the gripping points you possess.
I appreciate your hands doing the same
While we kiss with our tongues like we're at war-
A sexual war affair.
I feel your curves
And immediately know
Every twist and bend of your flesh
Will serve a purpose.
I genuinely began with your eyes,
Since they did have a grip on me.
You're full in hips,
The best reference point to steady and pace the rides.
Pleasantly thick from top to bottom,
Allows so much to be given while getting.
Your hair,
Flows down your back,
Which is like a magnet to my palms and fingers
And I don't want to pull away.
No, not yet.
You grab below,
Entering lock and key,
Propelling us to the point of no return.
I playfully battle with your hands-
The obvious gripping points-
Enclosed with each of my own.
Trying to regain control
You're overpowered by the pleasurable pain.
Still you never just remain still.
Our energy drives us to switch positions every now and then-

You top us off as I direct our gyrations at your waist.
My hands go lower and clutch your thickness.
You lean on my chest as if for better posture,
And ride.
I then turn us around-
You twice over, so that you're on your stomach-
And you can barely stomach me
As I bottom out within.
From your belly to our sides,
My only gripping points are your breasts,
One in each hand.
Let one go
And I prop a leg to the ceiling.
In this stretch of time,
We're gripping onto each other
And expressing pent up feelings.

Conceivably, your lips are gripping points too.
Flowing with ecstasy,
You moan out my name,
Knowing I hang onto every word you say
And every sound you make.
I aim to break you,
As you do me,
In the best of ways.
If only for the moment,
Hold me firmly.
Where ever you choose to,
No matter how tight you hold on to me,
Whether your hands make their way from the top of my head,
To the surface of my neck, to deep within the skin of my back
Or to the sheets we sweated on, as you pierce the pillows with your teeth,
You won't be able to grasp what I'm doing to you,
Having giving me your gripping points.
~Brennan Brenoso