So long I have remembered some things
The touch of her hair and the promise of rings
Passionate gazes of longing for more
To love a woman as a blissful chore
Rampant and rapid the kiss lingers
Touching the flesh with nimble fingers
The wet of lips swollen and ready
The taste of wine and the rhythm steady
The feel of a faint and building urge
A sensation deep within wanting to purge
Glistening sweat on figures through the night
Collapsing together beneath moonlight
The tickle and tingle yet returns again
Creating ecstasy between woman and man.