Bittersweet

We lay here quiet in the night embraced in loves sweet yearning, your body's a poem, a sonnet for me or lips a sensuous burning. You touch me, I feel the flames of delight grow wild and uncontrolled the passion flys high, and I'm lost in it's flight it explodes, then you hold me. We lay their quiet for a little while just touching with fingertips and love flows from us exquisitely I feel the warmth of your body, your lips.