Rhythm

I feel you hand guiding mine in rhythm
I feel your hot breath as it quickens
I feel your hips as we move in time
A passion building deep inside
I feel your breasts as they brush my chest
I search your mouth, in a tangle of sweat
As we dance in this strong embrace
your passion explodes and you cry my name
and then I know as we start to slow
this was not meant to chance but somthing that will grow