Hot breath
Sweaty face;
Fast inhaling....
And faster movement

Hand on my spine
Lips on your neck

Nothing exists.
Nothing but you
Your unfailing hold
On my waist

Hands on my stomach
Lips on your chest

Your hand brushes...
And I whisper your name.
And I love you
Somehow you know

Hands on my chest
Lips on your ears

Does it have to end here?
Why must reality always return?
I wish to fall to the very pits of my desperation, but I know I cannot.