Fingers laced,
softness of breath.
Teeth leave marks,
lips take away.

Neck arched,
His kiss feels like a whisper.
Heat radiates
His pulse between her fingers.

The scent of her,
It quickens him.
His grip tightens and
Her toes curl in anticipation.

Trickles of love,
The words can be unspoken.
He dares to taste
enticing his pulse to race.

His hands stay,
Tongue darting.
Her pulse is flying,
Tingling and toxic.

Her space is his heartbeat,
The meetings so many,
Missing his pulse ...
Secretly he is winning.