The kisses, the touches,
the warmth of your breath;
the fast pace, the clingy hugs,
heart-stopping like a death threat.
The friction, the intensity,
the feel of your skin;
the messy sheets, the devoured purity,
excitement is the pin.
This fantasy eats me –
Scoffs me like a vulture;
This heat burns me,
Smoulders like a fire.
This inimitable experience –
pioneers the many consequents.
I don’t care how many; please,
let’s just do it again.
