2011
When I run my fingers through your hair,
You close your eyes and you touch me there.
You purse your lips, then comes the sighs;
The heat inside begins to rise.
You are just the right size,
I see deep into your dark eyes.
When you put your arms around me,
The thrill of it astounds me.
The hotness of your lips, the curve of your hips;
The tautness of your tongue, the bell has rung,
Our song is sung.
Your nails dig in, you start to pant;
I try to pace myself, but I just can't.
Throbbing rhythm, primal screams;
Free falling flight, as in our dreams.
There should certainly be more to life than sex. But thank God for it.
