That Place Between

Between one thought and the next

You have me wrapped around your finger as you lead me to bed

Between the sheets you touch my body
As you devour my mind with your wicked thoughts

Between the synapses of my scattered feelings
You destroy my preconceived notions of pleasure

Between my thighs there is a place yearning to be filled
As you indulge in the very essence of my being

Between one breath and the next
You have taken me to the brink of destruction, the edge of rapture, that place that is between


Photo and prose © Dawn C. Davis