The touch of your hands against my skin
Releases a sigh as I give in
To the feel of your body pressed up against mine
And all fades to silence- we are frozen in time.
Your warm breath against my neck
Gets juices flowing til I finally relent
And explore all your features in full length and breadth:
The muscles, the curves,
The tingling nerves
That cause a reaction
Spontaneous contraction
And heats up the action
While we pick up the pace.
No rush- it's no race.
We come face to face
And your fingers, they trace
The contours of my back,
Every nook, every crack.
Into pleasure we lapse
Til at last we lose track
Of how, what and when
And it's impossible to tell
Where you begin and I end.
But we're both aware of when the rhythm peaks
And hold on tight, reluctant to retreat,
Til we finally surrender to the moment of release
And stop to enjoy the tender glow of bliss.
Then you reignite the embers with another flaming kiss
And we start the cycle over
And never miss a single beat.
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