hands on hips 13

he kisses me
lips press
heat
he and I
alone in his bedroom
holds me close
I feel his arousal
and mine
my hands on his hips
our two naked bodies
on his bed
swaying to the rhythms
of our beating hearts
and our passionate
desire

*Each poem in this series is meant to be enjoyed firstly as a short poem. As with all poems, the reader may find each individual poem more or less compelling depending on style, subject matter, or even mood. Secondly, each of these poems are like chapters in a larger story. The 11th through 13th poems in the series are a prequel to the first 10 in the story.