One hand on my waist
another in my hair -
when we come together
we're the sweetest of pairs

But even soft-smelling candles
so deceptively sweet
can t i p and quickly grow
into smoldering heat

The curves of my *******
your hands quickly find;
your lips chase a kiss
down my shivering spine

Pulsing Aching
Giving Taking
a symphony of sweat,
ours for the making