City Passion

City Passion

hair-cross'd face
style and grace
all eyes turn, keeping her pace

big brown eyes
time can fly
a crowd forms but one abides

stolen glance
more portends
they stand tall but off-balance

stalking prowl
flirt and scowl
pressure builds; no more allowed

sneaking out
wet lips pout
tongues touching, dancing about

stolen breaths
heaving chests
embracing hearts--no protest

naked touch
feels so much
senses overload in a rush

share skin sweat
squeeze and pet
they are captured in the net

bodies fall
one and all
no resistance to the call

rhythm beats
under sheets
hearts apart together beat

eyes will face
in their embrace
as their bodies end the race

arms squeezing
tongues teasing
their pace finally easing

sighs subside
lullaby
passion's over; still alive