The Birth of Love

He looks at me with his hungry eyes studying my every motion His hands slowly travel through the clouds of my body His voice tinkles in my ear as I hear the depth of his soul whisper into mine I tremble and moan as he proudly caresses the creeps he created His tongue touches mine then circles my earlobe after sucking my neck In an instant I feel his tongue make its way down his work of art and into a dream I enter As I reach the climax of my soaked dream my only distress is waking up He holds me between his arms and legs bringing me close to him as we become one one body one energy one heart and one thought The thought of living in this intense moment and uniting without hindrance as one soul His lips gently touch mine sending drops of eroticism into me I open my eyes only to see him still monitoring my body language and the sensuous cycle continues...