Each time I am finished with you, your savory flavor lingers on my tongue.
In my mind I reminisce over how you bring me so much joy every time you come.
Passing by my lips soothes all the years, days, and hours of pain I have endured.
And the fact that I am not alone in this ecstasy for certain I am assured.
Each time my tongue passes my teeth it changes your form.
My heart races knees become weekened and my whole body warm.
When I am with you I become drenched in sweat.
As I try to make each experience one that you will never forget.
An audience watches as I create you by bringing on dramatic crescendo.
Then, allowing you to settle softly, like a January snow.
You are so good to me that after I am completely satisfied.
I share you with others so that they may experience the joy I feel inside.
What we have is more than the average bond between man and woman.
Because,
We make love.
We make love like we are the last two lovers on earth.
And the survival of the world depends on you giving birth
We make love with the heated passion of two hormone raged teens.
Youth, whose expression of love is limited to carnal means.
When we make love you stimulate me…
Intellectually!
And, you make me a slave to thee…
My baby…
Poetry