melting pieces

He loves to sink into her eyes,
the same moment
his flesh finds hers
moist, fresh---
he had forgotten the pleasure
of a woman soft beneath him,
ardent, urgent,
his for the taking,
his to possess between breaths,
breasts such sweet alabaster
under his touch.

She loves the feel,
inch by inch
fighting the urge
to hurry his hips to hers,
knees spread to beyond open,
oh my love---
make me gasp again,
she goes to the place
where words cannot be,
amber belly butterscotch
in her blood.

The melting
the melding,
the joining of the two,
love making
to raw fucking,
taste to tempest,
his name, her name
the password to nirvana,
blessed with kisses
to the last touch
of melted brickle lovers.