Friday, July 26, 2013

Poem :: Making Love

The taste I've been starving for
The taste of his kiss
His hands in my hair
His face close to mine -
Then comes heaven.

Firm hands on my waist
I move close to him
A moth to a flame
I'll burn and revel -
Then comes bliss.

Bodies in a rhythmic beat
Realms of pleasure
Running deep within
Lost in a world unknown -
Then comes home.

United as one
Fears gone, worries done
Making love to him
Love everlasting -
I am complete.


To be followed by The Aftermath: the precious moments just after Making Love.

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PS: This image 'coz it's got Lord Of The Rings poster on the wall! :D