With lids half closed,
And your face in shadows
I can not see the expression on your face.

And so, I reach out to touch you,
To feel what you are feeling;
And I find passion in every movement of your flesh.

I taste need within your kiss -
A hunger that I yearn to sate,
And desire flows from your mouth like warm honey.

I almost weep,
Awed by the beauty
And the reverence of your finger-tips touch

And at the ease
Which you slide inside of me
And make me feel both free and found.

You rock beneath me,
Nails kneading flesh, urging me onward,
Lost to all but a deep primal pulse.

Bodies arch and tense;
Overwhelmed by the heat -
As if two raging fires came cresting together as one.

I fall forward
Into your sweat-glazed embrace;
Your heartbeat a drum echoing in the darkness.

Languid and breathless;
The expression on your face hidden in shadow,
I reach out in wonder at what you are feeling
As I smile and stare at you with lids half closed.