After breathing gives
To the pressure of his hips,
My perception shifts at
The firmness of his kiss,
Tingling thighs as he slides
Inside, fire and electric tingle
Overexposed all senses feel.
As he climbs inside my
Mind bouncing around,
Pushing out every thought,
Until there’s nothing, but
the soft glow of his skin.
I feel like if I press hard
Enough against his porcelain
Chest,
I could fall into him.
Skin, on skin.
Tear drops falling into ocean.
Stars burn behind his eyes,
They hide while he’s exploding.
Silence,
“love” I whisper,
“how are you feeling?”
I find his silence irritating.
“ are you seriously already sleeping?”
“ no…..
sorry babe my ears are ringing.”
And my laughter shakes the bed,
The greatest of our passion
Residing in his heart, my head…
Its an intricate balance,
Lust and love,
Talk and silence.
Together, divided.
There’s no love like mine is,
So aware so blinded.
I wouldn’t trade a second of watching him sleep,
Or give away a second with him beneath the sheets