this is how I
picture a moment with
her,
whomever
she may be:

we sit on the bed,
talking.

our eyes meet.
our eager mouths lock together
slowly.
our tongues dance
to an unplanned routine.

our hands
slowly and passionately caress
each other’s bodies
that hold our souls together.

our breathing heavier
by the second
with no sign of stopping
our chests heaving down
to our stomachs
as though
we are pulling for
the gradual peak
of ecstasy
with each breath

piece by piece
we strip off our clothes
and we are bare
vulnerable
raw
our guards are down

facing each other
the space between us
becomes absent...

I kiss and inhale
her *****
our lips downstairs
brush against each other
creating friction

she climaxes and
lets out an
******
cry
that is sweet
impassioned
music
to my ears

I ******
let out a
vehement breath
of relief.

we are both
wet.
flooding
with pleasure.

entangled together…
our eyelids shut,
and our hearts
are
full.