When two lovers become one
Kisses from my Goddess land so gently on my cheeck, our bodies now communicate, we have no need to speak
They move with perfect timing, the love we make is so devine, I know her every move before she makes it and she knows mine
Together laying face to face we're entangled in a lovers not, both doing all we can to give everything we've got
Hands running over each other, every curve must be felt, both biting and clawing hard enough to leave a welt
Marks of our passions, they are simply the spoils of war, passions running wild and free, no lovers could ask for more
Every inch of each other covered, every single drop of fluid tasted, both feeding off the other, no juices would be wasted
With perfect synchronicity, we make love until we see the Sun, sharing a night of perfect sex, when two lovers become one
THE KINKY POET