A game of horseshoes, who wins is determined by you

Time stands still when I’m with you

Candlelight is the only key to time

Burned from time,

From lean and new

To a mound sticky as glue and used

Time feeling that it has stood still

While we channel our inner beings and let them speak and more fluently

Silently

Allowing moans to escape my being some times without words uttered

Touches leading to shutters

kisses on the body without entry

Still lead to orgasmic

Feelings

Even the vulnerabilities are left free

To be grabbed held, caressed then calmed

While you enter me slowly and freely

You seek to join palms

An illustration of your passion

Determination

Of your verbal expression

Insurance

And assurance

Saying I care, I am here and it’s ok to give yourself to me

Cries guaranteed to stimulate fantasies

Excite ecstasies

Legs wrapped around your waist

In attempts to control depth and pace

Knees

Pulling down firmly until your treasure is buried in my being

With passion still intense

How could you not wanna be in my presence?

I massage and finesse u mentally and physically

Take your mind and body to places never before inhabited

And since me, still unable to be revisited

Yes, I’ve mastered that feat

Aggressively, jealously, possessively

With hopes it will eventually

Be mine solely and exclusively