the breath of my mouth, touch your face;
the heat of my body, caress each place;
the stroke of my tongue, as I taste your skin;
the beat of my pulse, as we begin.
the soft tender flesh, as we start to move;
the warm tenderness, as we pick and choose;
the moisture of sweat, when we try to hold back;
the hot heated moment, when we make our attack.
the drum of my heart, as our bodies approach;
the deep inner walls, of the passion we coached;
the sounds that vibrate, when our lips press tight;
the quivers we make, as our souls take flight.
the moment when we collapse on our sides;
the rhythm we make, when we use just our minds;
the connection, our bodies now have;
the power that glides, through our tender hands.
the desire and refuse to hold out;
the passion and don't stop your shouts;
the lust and watch it consume;
the moment that I come unglued.
the kiss, that my lips will give;
the tongue that just wants to live;
the hands, that hold you close;
Feel the one that loves you the most.