moment of truth as I stand there-- bare, in my purest form
modesty out the door, clothes to the floor, leaving security to the norm
time to settle Eve's score, in my most vulnerable stage
leaving myself open as a book awaiting plot's climax on each page
passionate rage, bringing our carnal tendencies to surface
with intent and purpose, his touch speaks verses
left speechless, my vocal gestures deemed worthless
all decency submerses, as the animal in me emerges
as each movement rehearses, my eyes flutter with the very essence of him next to me
letting loose, I touch his raw steamy flesh, as I border on the brink of extascy
sensuously, we connect as we reach to grasp each other's privacies
vibration-- hold my breath, fluctuate my pressure as he grips my hips tightly
is this it? might he... expose what all along excited me?
unsurprisingly, im overcome with what feeling seems enticing--
staring at his face blindly, a thousand thoughts inbedded in my mind with only whispers rising
mentally realizing, the beauty in which I wallow in my gitty serenity
savoring the pleasure of the moments pass from end to upon entry
I display a smile contently, he acknowledges thanks with an eluding kiss
I'll picture this, hang it in my frame of mind as the captured portrait of what making love is



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