He Makes Love To Me Poem by xolisa stuurman

I once imagined it, but happened for real.
The touch tantalizes my body one moment i turn rigid,
and the next enveloped with careless motions.
The beat accelerates as the vapour from his lip condenses in my ear.
Or was it my belly, bosom or the nape of my neck?
I tremble, twist and turn possessed in ecstacy of wavelengths.
While he just takes his time, gazing in my eyes.
With no questions asked, for he understands...that
He makes love to me.

He makes love to me with nothing but tenderness of his heart.
Makes me stretch the corners of my angelic face,
Underneath his protective mass, carefully balanced not to hurt me.
As he moves rhythmically against my skin,
Taking his time, gazing in my eyes.
With no questions asked, i confirm so he understands...that
He makes love to me.

He makes me go wild internally,
A madness feeling engulfed in muscle dysfunction.
As he perpetuate the journey becomes intense, yet we both know where it ends.
When it does... I sigh, release and deflate.
Misty windows proclaimimg his story...that
He makes love to me.