Non-Verbal Intercourse

I love to see your face just at the point
Of orgasm, so blank and drawn and still
Suffused with peace. Your arms and legs convulse
To draw me tighter into your embrace.
I love to have you feel me pound and pound
Into your core until you're satisfied
Yet know that soon desire will wake again
And cry again to be once more fulfilled.

The way your presence makes me feel when I
Collect you in my arms cannot be put
Into the words I know, and why should I
When body language is so eloquent
In saying ev'rything I have to say,
And your response such splendid repartee.