A Moment Immortal

Relax my love, and succumb to intimate whispers, and soft sighs of moonlight, Allow me sight of a beauty untainted, flawlessly alluring beyond measure, and ready to be selfishly adored. Abandon thought as defenses descend, and passion play is implemented. For I have dreamed of such raw beauty, bare flesh and rapid thunder of heartbeats, combined with the fire of forbidden wonder, Which consumes the souls and senses of us. Nervous eyes become glazed with desire, And innocent affection, blooms into longing. Yearning erupts from a glare, and the will of intimacy empowers each erotic embrace. Lighting flashes and flows from contact, and seductive smiles become magnetic. Soft lips send signals to our cores, and the rush of the moment floods our minds. Breathing. Touching. Timid no longer. Lost within the winds of romance, we are, Driven by the power of immense urge. Echoes boom as bodies entwine and connect, And the final threshold is penetrated. Softly. Gently. Deeply. Deftly. The motions become as breathing for us. Hands become alive, then find each other. Squeezing tighter, as the sense of touch grows more intense with every moment. Breath becomes harder to catch, as our hearts race from the thrill of satisfaction. Sighs become louder, as sensation increases. One final sound heard, one last whisper spoken, as the end is reached, and you breathe my name with new meaning, And I hold you, for a thousand forevers. Cherishing the beauty, of a moment immortal.