Coming At You Poem by Mathew Sutter

In this dark room,
I come at you,
With a sly smile on my face.
You know what will happen and you smile back.
Knowing and Wanting.
Our lips touch,
Our bodies come together.
We begin to heat up,
The room begins to shine,
With our burning passion.
I feel warm inside and I know,
This is what I want.

I'm coming at you,
With danger in the air,
You know what I want,
Because you want the same thing.
We become a tangle of sheets and cloths,
As our night begins to climax,
Into our passionate love...

I'm coming at you,
But you beat me to it.
Your already coming at me.