Friction

Is it by chance,
Or is it by choice,
To slip inside of you,
Where its welcoming, warm and moist,
A soft and gentle moan,
A sweet and tender kiss,
Feeling you so close to me,
My heart feels bliss,
As the tempo varies,
And we begin to heat up,
The friction becomes pleasure,
With each and every thrust,
You start to gasp for air,
As you began to spasm,
Arching your back,
Bringing you to orgasm,
You give out a scream,
As your muscles contract,
Then its all over,
The heartbeat slows,
You turn to me lovingly
And kiss me on the nose,
As I wrap my arms around you,
I hold you very close

8/11/09 @ 6.53pm