walls

The drizzle rains upon us as we slip past
the people on the sidewalk,
to the brick walled alley
your wet hands in mine
mine eyes only seeing yours
shining, stabbing
beautiful.
Our lips touch
soft
and then hungry.
the wetness of your mouth
and softness of your
sweet, sweet
tongue
making me grow
making me want you
to know.
i press
into your heat,
your breasts on fire
against mine
your hands pinned high
against the brick
as our mouths
are ever wider
tongues ever deeper
pulling the honey from your
breath.

Later,
alone,
you look to me smiling
and say
"a moment longer and i would have had you
right there."
if only,
i could tell you
that you did.