hungry and wanting,
our bodies move in the rhythm that we have learned to master in the short years of loving one another.
skin on skin,
uneven and shaky breathing,
fingernails clawing into your back,
your hand around my throat.
our bodies collide in an all too familiar fashion,
but the feeling is still so new and so fresh,
every moan that escapes our lips feels like the experience of watching the sun dip into the horizon,
beautiful and colorful and wild.
i don’t think any poem will remaster what we do behind closed doors,
but every word escaping my pen will try to tell the story of loving you touch by touch.