Convulsive Love

She rides him, eyes closed,
Losing herself in feelings
Of being taken
Like an animal.

Solely focused on his need,
Grinding back and forth
She was the wettest,
With the most obscene liquid
Sounds - so very loud -
As she moved.

She must
have felt good, because she was
There moaning his name
Again and again,
Until he thrust into her
upwards and on-wards.

So deep inside her
He felt the contractions that
All his spurts induced.