Passion

Passion

I feel your warm body close to me,
Warmth to arouse desire, for only you to see.
Your body I caress with gentle care,
Following each curve, further, deeper I dare.

Sacred places we explore, with tenderness,
Within passion flowing, such happiness.
Nerves tingling, bodies trembling with desire,
Both of us burning, ablaze with fire.

You touch, you caress, show your desire,
Sensitive nerves you set afire.
In return I fondle, breasts firm so warm,
Inside you’re stirring up one hell of a storm.

Bodies primed for love‘s deep passion,
We kiss and caress as if love‘s going out of fashion.
You cry for more, beg me not to stop,
Inside me I can feel an eruption about to pop.

Beyond any point of return we’ve reached,
I hear you let out that pleading screech.
Like a night express onward we race,
Not wanting to loose this exquisite pace.

The final gasp and final thrust,
We as one a climax fit to bust.
Last throws with lust our bodies fill,
We’re moulded, trembling still.

Gasping, panting, passion spent,
Our deepest desires having vent.
This passion, this desire, never to miss.
Stillness now, except for that lingering kiss…