by William Mae
Moaning whispers, rapid breathing,
Love slows down it's time at play,
Bonding souls makes sweet the music,
Found inside their gentle sway.
Every sigh and gasp that's given,
Payment on this hungry need,
Rhythm takes them ever higher,
To climb up to their mountain peak.
Flesh to flesh their bodies molded,
Hand in hand as their hearts race,
Mixing flavors of two lovers,
Tangled sheets by loves embrace.
Dancing silhouetted shadows,
Sultry acts of love ensues,
Giving all to one another.
Nothing hid between the two.
Eyes locked in glazed emotion,
Muscles tighten bodies shake,
Together they have reached their moment,
Completion for this Love they make.