I can taste your sweet lips and feel your breath mix with mine to become one as the heat from our bodies beat out an erotic rhythm of contentment mixed with desire.
Our bodies driving melodic notes of intercourse that saturates the air as beads of sweat dripping from our bodies connect us through the silent disconnect of our voices.
Soft nibbles, tongue teasing, and deep hot nothings in your ear - with eyes rolling, moans and biting lips - teased by every sensation and the yearning rewarded in elation.
Not once, not twice, but thrice my lady - to completion we blissfully revel in our exhaustion - smile and know without saying a word.
--03/21/2012 an original poem - the date is not the original date of the poem but is the first date with the amazing woman that inspired it.