A romantic, candlelit wax dinner,
and just an hour later they're traversing
to one of the women's homes.
Unhooking pink lace,
butterflies fluttering around organs.
Lips and tongue entwined in a soft tango,
bodies swirling in perfect harmony.
Grazes of the areola, and rubs through thin fabric.
Whispers of consent and promises,
praising and sputtering.
Blushed cheeks from fluster and arousal,
their regions connect with content and love.
Hands pry at each curve,
tracing each stretch mark and scar,
eyes connected at all costs.
As their lips magnet together once again,
passion overtakes one another,
movements sloppy and careless.
And finally, the two divinities
reach the pinnacle of their pleasure.
The two collapse into one another's arms,
love shared in dog-like pants
and sweat-slicked foreheads against each other's.
With their souls and heartbeats one,
they share a bond, unbreakable.
