The morning after is always filled with smiles, Flashbacks reminding me of what one hell of a marathon it was the previous night.
See, making love to you beats every other thing
Actually because of all the joy that being with you bring…
Getting addicted to this,
Your body i will always please,
Confusions fill my empty mind thats why I always get unnecessary grins when im moving my fingers across your bare chest, slowly doing circle diagrams around your tits…
My hands may be misbehaving in an amazing way to make you feel better, caressing your thighs while i lean to smell your sweating body.
Your deep breaths cos of those stolen kisses i give.
Kissing your whole face…
As your body vibrate all over the place.
When i look at your naked body i do not want our session to get predictable…
The reason i pause and admire from far
Admiring the body more curved than a race track.
You have no idea that some times i still don’t believe you are my ebony goddess
Our intimacy is actually priceless.
See, i love your sensual smile
As you grasping for air and breathing through my sighs
Painting my back with your nails as I’m trapped between your thighs
My only way out is to go inside
As I listen to your moaning and your sounds … I get it! Its to me you want to confide
Our bodies move in sultry sways
Like symphonies through a chorus
As I let my organ play Beethoven on your clitorus
We’ve become a single paired entity the plural becoming us
Making love, to me is a poetical suss
As I write every live with every single thrust
So, can we wake up every morning to perform the “dance” live?
Reincarnation of a duo performing the jive
When we done we reminisce upon what just happened
Where through seconds of silence the most breathtaking words are said
As you place your head on my chest you are greeted by the beats of my heart
With no hands you managed to touch the most pivotal part of my being
Making love to you always feels like a dream.