Savoring the Beginning
Set the Mood
It began as something so sweet,
By appearance all was neat.
With one another fusing emotion,
We ignored the tides of the ocean.
Passion being exchanged on every word,
Infatuation palpable so as to be heard.
As if innocent exchange was more than such,
This was a love that became more than much.
For we ended up back inside my room,
A place we traversed freely unlike a tomb.
For here we moved without remorse,
Blazing passions lighting our course.
In the rain room we came alive,
Finding that energy in us that drives.
Our lips pressed together as the water fell,
In one another we escaped this hell.
Our tongues slid over so softly,
To break away would only be costly.
But we turned off the water,
And a towel is what I brought her.
A useless gesture as I was to dry her,
Run my hands up and down I could not deny her.
Throwing her back onto the bed,
Now her legs wrapped tight ‘round my head.
I could hear it in her every moan,
That her heart was mine to own.
For that’s all I wanted was her heart,
Physical romance is just a droll part.
With great desire she took me within,
The layer between our hearts nothing but skin.
From here until eternity we are now one,
For this isn’t the end and I’ve only begun!
Don't Bore Me
I often find myself wondering if people think I am obsessed with the physical aspects of love, and to say I'm not would be a lie. Physical love is beautiful, but only because I find it so easy to write about. The body and mind are fickle things, yet that is what I'm lacking, the mental arousal I so crave. This is what writing about physical love does for me, in lieu of others offering the stimulation I desire.
Don't bore me please, I want you to arouse my mind not my body!
Then again, a little nibble on the skin never hurts....
