how can I describe the love
I feel beneath you-- you above
my trembling, thrusting, prostrate hips
my parted, hungering, thirsting lips--
parted now, and reaching for
those nipples that I so adore
as you lean on me, and squeeze
my manhood in you: deeper, please!
the rhythm, and the luscious feel
of bodies merging, hot, and real
of musky scent and warm embrace...
O, how I long to put my face
between your parted, open thighs
and taste your musk, and hear your sighs
and relish every move you make, and every anguished breath you take
until I feel you move, and shake, and hear your lusty cries!
I could never say too much
of how I love your loving touch,
of how our carnal, sweet sensations
are so much better than imaginations...