Passion

The shadow of your breast upon my cheek,
fingers tangled, quivering in my hair.
You arch your back, as you climb to your peak
and I climb with you, desperate now to share.

Sobs escape your lips, I cover those,
tongue on hungry tongue; they seek to blend.
With each thrust, your passion’s nectar flows,
I feel it and mere mortal flesh, transcend.

Parted lips and eyes uncomprehending,
stare while searching my face, in your hands.
While spasms, seem to go on, never ending
and still, for drawn out seconds, tumbling sands.

Satiation, re-admits awareness;
Panting gasps, allow for lover’s smiles.
Gentler now, the unhurried caresses,
‘I love you’ whispered hoarsely, still beguiles.