A touch of skin soft and slippery,

With the hint of hint of sweat.

We fought our resistance beneath the cool sheets,

As the wind flowed from the window above us.

Eyes met briefly and begged for the chance,

To abandon all of our uncertainties.

You began your work on my lips,

Probing gently as if drawing sex,

From a deep well of longing and need.

Then heated tongues met in the midst,

Of hot and quickening breath.

And greedily we drank the wine of our lusts.

Then intoxicated with those spirits,

Our clothes found resting place on the floor.

Piece by piece,

Until there were no hiding places,

For the two glistening and wanting bodies.

Hunger revealed in this hot moment.

Then skin meshed with skin,

As the floor became the stage.

You moved atop of me easily,

And lowered yourself gently.

Kissing me as I was filled with you.

As a gasp broke the kiss,

Your hands stroked the stray strands,

Away from my forehead, then became entangled.

Our slow rhythm gave way,

To urgent and demanding thrusts of passion,

As I arched my body for your comfort,

And you threw me into ecstasy,

With the strength of your blows.

You left me screaming and soaked,

In oblivion again and again,