That Moment.

There is that moment during sex when I lose it. It is not exactly at the moment of orgasm, but moreso a few minutes before. It’s in that moment when I believe we share our most intimate space. 

It is that moment when I can feel his energy the strongest. 

It is when my body is relaxed and flowing with his rhythm. My heart slowly increasing its beat. 

It is that moment when he begins to widen and lengthen deep inside me. 

It is that moment when my walls are broken and the floodgates pour all over his dick.

It is that last low moan he lets out;

that, “Oh shit!” he whispers letting me know he’s being satisfied. 

It is that moment when my eyes close and roll back and all is well in my universe. 

It is that moment when every touch of his skin shoots bolts of electricity through my body. 

It is when my brain is transfixed on him. 

My body is transfixed on him. 

My heart is transfixed on him. 

It is that moment when he has to catch himself. 

When I have to push away. And then return with such a strong longing to fulfill...

and be filled. 

It is that moment when I feel free. 

And beautiful. 

It’s in that moment when his stroke deepens. 

My yoni opens to receive him and our bodies are amalgamated into one.