Candlelight and satin sheets
The pounding sounds of your heartbeats
The silky touch of your milky skin
Quashing the doubts that lie within.
And no one should hope to find us here
And no one should mean to find us here
And we will stay together embraced
Wrapped in passion quite encased.
Entwined like branches; throes of ecstasy
Outside forces no complexity
Your lips touch mine and that’s all I need
No more encouragement to take my seed.
Your mouth is soft, your tongue is warm
May this continue through to dawn
Alas the tingles cease my functions close
I release the tension from my toes.
Satisfaction; what a wave
To your body I am a slave
But right now I must needs have sleep
Whilst our passion runs ever deep.
© Kris Blackburn 16/08/12