Fornication what a tangle.
Writhing bodies at all angles.
What's fornication without love.
Nothing short of misery.
A touch, a stroke.
A hold him tight.
Subtle sweep of sentiment.
Words whispered in a rash of passion.
Lay next to him.
Keep heart ablaze at night.
Gently, gently move away.
So his being can cool down.
Feels the heat.
Blaze result of passion spent.
Lay down to sleep.
To dream a dream of him again.
Livvi  28/09/2013