Four years ago, I would have never thought I'd be in the position I am in now,
Allowing my insides to form to the shape of you,
Sex so tantalizing that my breasts enlarge
Just to fit you in between them,
Yelling and screaming in a way that sounds
Like I'm dying,
But its just my love for your being born.
Having orgasms that last for minutes instead of seconds,
You etching your name all over me with your tongue
Cause its yours.
This love making is the best…
Well, it's the only love I've ever made.
This build up of back and fourth emotions for years
Of you loving me without making love,
Of me denying your trying,
And finally adding fuel to your fire for me.
Our mental fighting became a physical tug of war
That we both won…
Because we both gave in,
Helping control my pleasure and not my pain,
Although this making of love seems to be a mixture of both.
Because as we move together,
It seems like we forget about having sex,
And are more enamored with the pleasure of being inside of each other,
Wanting to be as deep in the other as we possibly can,
So deep that it starts to hurt-
Thinking somehow you can suck out my heart through my breasts,
Thinking that somehow I can feel your heart through your tongue,
Thinking that somehow, you can touch my heart with your dick…
We forget that we already have each other's heart,
As they beat on the rhythms of the thrust
Of our hips,
Pumping love, not blood, into our veins.
And making love is hard, which is why I fell asleep
So fast after-
With the side of my face buried in your chest,
Listening to your heartbeat speak to mine.
The love was there before we manifested it in the flesh,
And Meshed it into what it became.
All that's left is to decide if this is temporary or permanent,
Not the love making, but the love itself.
And whether we're going to take it to the next level
& transform it into something else…