Cradle Of Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Making love, taking turns pleasing one another, enjoying our
time together, relaxing and comforting each other pleasurably,
nothing to rock us from our cradle of love.

Hearts beating in unison, thoughts focused on our desires and
rising passion, feeling the excitement and thrills fulfilling
every particle of our beings.

Both of us being taken into heavenly realms, never wanting to
let go, holding, hugging, kissing, enjoying making love through-
out the night, looking forward to an afternoon delight tomorrow.