A Poem About Sex

His sweat drips.

Heavy as caramel

Salty,

Sweet.

Coating your body like honey.

His hair,

Stuck to your lips,

Soft as velvet.

The taste of his kiss.

Lingering,

Lingering.

His tongue,

At the nape of your neck.

You take a breath,

Spine curved to the heavens,

His hand,

Safe beneath your back.

The air thick.

Creamed with vanilla,

Warmed by the pale glow

Of the 5am sun.

Muscles twist.

Purple lace

Pulled across your hips.

His mouth,

Warm

And

Slow.

Tracing the lines of your bones.

His lips,

Pulsing across your shoulders.

Pleasure.

Passion

An indulgent touch

Caressing your cheek.

Your feet tangled in sheets

With fingers intertwined

Above your head.

Like red roses growing from a flower bed.

You find his kiss,

And bite down on his lower lip.

He draws it from you

And you reel him back in.

Naked.

In the morning’s blush.

Shaking from the heat of it.

A mind laden with lust.

Chests

Rising

Moans

Gasping

Chests

Falling

Hearts

Throbbing

Tongues

Obeying.

You take it in turns.

Tasting one another.

As alluring as red wine

As enticing as cocoa.

Birds begin to sing,

From outside your carnal cocoon.

And you wish.

Hope.

Pray

For the return of the moon.