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Passionate moments,
Punctuated by plaintive sighs.
Neither of us quite satisfied,
Until it happens again.

Sweet music, sweet melody.
The gentle moans you sing to me,
Sound like the stroke of a bow,
Against a violin's strings.
How I long to be that musician,
And produce sweet songs with you.

Two lips, two eyes.
One parting to say my name;
The other closing to relish the moment,
Of a slow journey across your body.
Searching somewhere for your soul.
As though you keep it underneath your clothing,
Waiting for me to find it.

In just the right spot.
Checking here first,
Then there, no it must be hidden,
Underneath the beat of your heart.
Raise your pulse to lead me onward.
Help me to lose myself within the journey.

Part the buttons of your dress.
Admire the canvas of a master artist.
Lost within the landscape of you,
Your composition, I have to make sure,
That it's real with my fingertips.
Touching the brush strokes to feel each one.

Curving upward, then down again.
Rising, then lowering as you ask to see,
The canvas of my body as well.
Useless shirt; I didn't need it anyway.
I needed to feel your hands upon me,
So much more.

Two mouths touching, completely intertwined.
One kiss demands another one.
Warmth upon your tongue,
Radiating onto mine, breathless,
Are both of us as we wonder,
Why bother breathing at all.

To smell your petals in bloom,
That's why; I remember now.
Dark hair, spread upon the pillows.
You open up before me, beckoning me;
With one taunting finger, directing me close again.
I could hardly disappoint you, love.

Still, one sense remains hungry,
Needing to be fed. To taste you.
I'd forgotten it, need to memorize the way,
Your sweat, your flesh,
Every crease, crevasse, peak and valley,
Feels against my tongue again.

The music plays again; sweet song,
Your voice the instrument this time.
Drives my senses all away,
Then causes them to converge again,
Back into one resounding demand;
One cry: Need. I need you. I want you.

Two bodies touching, completely intertwined.
Music turns into prayers, invocations,
To the gods, to me, to the world.
Exclamations pour forth from both of us,
How I love you and you love me.
Until the rhythm of two bodies,
. . . two souls. . .
. . . completely intertwined. . .

suddenly
stops.

And we're left with the stillness.

My body on yours, yours under mine,
Two hands, ten fingers upon my back and sides.
One creature, two beings.
Two lovers, one soul now.
With both you and I complete,
Enjoying the quiet of contentment.

Passionate moments,
Punctuated by delighted sighs.
Both of us quite satisfied,
Until it happens again.

Description
Passionate moments,
Punctuated by plaintive sighs.
Neither of us quite satisfied,
Until it happens again.

Sweet music, sweet melody.
The gentle moans you sing to me,
Sound like the stroke of a bow,
Against a violin's strings.
How I long to be that musician,
And produce sweet songs with you.

Two lips, two eyes.
One parting to say my name;
The other closing to relish the moment,
Of a slow journey across your body.
Searching somewhere for your soul.
As though you keep it underneath your clothing,
Waiting for me to find it.

In just the right spot.
Checking here first,
Then there, no it must be hidden,
Underneath the beat of your heart.
Raise your pulse to lead me onward.
Help me to lose myself within the journey.

Part the buttons of your dress.
Admire the canvas of a master artist.
Lost within the landscape of you,
Your composition, I have to make sure,
That it's real with my fingertips.
Touching the brush strokes to feel each one.

Curving upward, then down again.
Rising, then lowering as you ask to see,
The canvas of my body as well.
Useless shirt; I didn't need it anyway.
I needed to feel your hands upon me,
So much more.

Two mouths touching, completely intertwined.
One kiss demands another one.
Warmth upon your tongue,
Radiating onto mine, breathless,
Are both of us as we wonder,
Why bother breathing at all.

To smell your petals in bloom,
That's why; I remember now.
Dark hair, spread upon the pillows.
You open up before me, beckoning me;
With one taunting finger, directing me close again.
I could hardly disappoint you, love.

Still, one sense remains hungry,
Needing to be fed. To taste you.
I'd forgotten it, need to memorize the way,
Your sweat, your flesh,
Every crease, crevasse, peak and valley,
Feels against my tongue again.

The music plays again; sweet song,
Your voice the instrument this time.
Drives my senses all away,
Then causes them to converge again,
Back into one resounding demand;
One cry: Need. I need you. I want you.

Two bodies touching, completely intertwined.
Music turns into prayers, invocations,
To the gods, to me, to the world.
Exclamations pour forth from both of us,
How I love you and you love me.
Until the rhythm of two bodies,
. . . two souls. . .
. . . completely intertwined. . .

suddenly
stops.

And we're left with the stillness.

My body on yours, yours under mine,
Two hands, ten fingers upon my back and sides.
One creature, two beings.
Two lovers, one soul now.
With both you and I complete,
Enjoying the quiet of contentment.

Passionate moments,
Punctuated by delighted sighs.
Both of us quite satisfied,
Until it happens again.