Progression of a Sex Scene

Let's get drunk together, you and me
Be irresponsible with me
tonight.
Forget about those obligations you had
yesterday, or tomorrow's bills
or the way you hate
how cluttered
your house is.

Lock yourself in this room with me
I'll open the wine bottle, you get the glasses
And I'll take this moment to say
I love your sweet smile
and how there's always
something
fire
heat
pressing just behind it.

Let's get drunk together, now
spill our secrets to one another
all our secret fears
You'll giggle too much and
I'll look at you a little more intensely
than usual
tell you  in the best way that I can
how you
move me.

Oh, how you move me
I said let's get drunk together
just because I like to see you
smile, and giggle
and forget about everyone but me.

Or how about
let's try something new
let's get drunk together...

my fingers tangle in your hair
my lips against your skin where your pulse
beats hardest
and baby, it's fast, your pulse is so fast
did I make you feel
dizzy, like your room was spinning
all around
as my fingers guided your
journey
arched into
and touching that place that makes you
look at me in sweet
sensual surprise.

Did I make you feel like lightning
like tidal waves crashing
and down your walls with a single
press of my lips to your
damp skin
Did I make you feel like
you were a space traveller
observing heavenly places where you and I
often breathed, together

Did I make you feel
drunk, off my love
off my touch
Let's get drunk together
throw your head back
my fingers trace over your
beautiful throat where your life
thuds hard in response to my
other hand.

Let's get drunk together
so I can make your head spin too
because seeing that
fire inside your eyes or the slight
curve of your lips that tell me
you are about to pounce
and I will have no choice
Let's get drunk together

because even without a touch
you make my head spin
and torrents of our
heated whispers and pleas
fill my head like fog.

You arch
hard, draw me into
that place that makes you
cry out-loud recklessly
your skin damp against my fingers
your chest heaving
your perfect sounds tell me
that we are drunk together
as we drink in
one another
and devour the night's hours.

Ly Hansen