The Substance of Shadows (mature*)

I knew her
Only in silhouette
Never having
Tasted
The flesh
She was but
A Cyber dream
A fantasy
Illusory

All of it
The quickening
Of my pulse
The hardness
Upon soft skin
The panting
Of breath
Made husky
By desire

The tang of her
Moist, filling
My nostrils
Heady with
Her scent
An animal musk
As my tongue
Delved deep
Exploring

The aural
Stimulation
Of her moans
Accompanying
Liquid probes
My ears an
Organ, orifice
Filled with
Her outbursts

Teasing,
Taunting
Again and again
Sibilant whisper
Of her groans
Expressing
An aching need
Yearning
For release

At first
Resisting
She had
Fought
For silence
Reticent,
Reluctant
To utter
A noise

Body tense
Unwilling
To acquiesce
Fearing
She would
Lose Control
Panicked
At the thought
Of abandon

And then poise
Dissolving
Tremulous
Quivering
Back arched
Neck corded
Her body
As if one
Taut muscle

Finally
Unable to
Suppress
A whimper
Turns gasp
Then grunt
Gutteral
Her sound
Erupts

Hot cries
Inflamed
Inarticulate
Then rounding
Oh... oh... oh
Oh my God
My God...
Oh My God
She sighs

All of it

Illusory