Looking so deeply into each other’s eyes,
Hearts racing, temperatures rising.
My hand on his chest as he pulls me close,
Our lips barely touch before I pull back to catch my breath.
Ecstasy rushing through my veins, he exhales deeply.
This is what love is.
Intense passion as his tongue dances across my lips.
His hands run down my back as he picks me up to wrap my legs around him.
Chest to chest, I can feel his heart beating recklessly.
He lays me down gently as he runs his fingers from my cheek to my chest.
His soft lips, so gentle with every kiss.
I can hardly catch my breath as I run my fingers through his hair.
Concealed eye contact as he delicately pulls down my panties.
Music plays in the background, but all I can hear are our synchronized breaths.
My hand on the back of his neck as I pull his lips over mine.
Penetration so deliberate and deep.
Goosebumps, as we moan so tenderly.
In this moment, we take our time.
Pure, passionate love, immersed through our bodies.
This is what love is. Make love to me.
“I want to show him that he has not been loved before. I want him to feel, with one kiss, how I can make love to his soul for eternity.”
A poem for a man I once loved…