I wish I had a moment;
Just one that I could spare,
To pull my lips away from yours
And say how much I care-
But the heat has left me melted,
I am no longer one, but two;
I have found my perfect joining;
The one of me and you.
There’s just no way to tell you
The way you make me feel,
When our bodies meet, I lose control
My whole world seems surreal.
So let our bodies move in rhythm,
Communicate in their own way
For when we find ourselves in each others arms,
They know exactly what to say.
Every stoke speaks words of passion,
As to the heavens we both soar…
It is love that safely cushions the fall,
As we return to earth once more.
By Linda Jeanene Denton