The kisses caress
Not only the skin
But reaches deep
To the soul within.
The hands slowly touch places
With unrehearsed skill.
Not wanting the moment to end,
Nor even the thrill.
Each minute a mountain to climb;
Your heart beating and racing
As if running out of time.
Although the room may be cool,
Your body's temperature starts to rise
And silence of the night
Is filled with pleasure soft cries.
Soon they become exhausted
And cuddle ever so close;
Slowly falling asleep
Dreaming of the lover they chose.