Definition Of Making Love* - Poem by Thales Young
Making Love Isnt Just Fun,
Or Just Sex.
It The Expressions Of Two Lovers,
Showing Their Obsessions Of Each Other,
Through Sensitive & Agressive Motions.
You May Call It A Confession, As The Partner Reveals
And Frees Their Heart, Showing their beloved,
How They Have Become The Main Part To Their Devotion.
Slowly Allows Her To Surrender,
In Time Allows Him To Discover,
Within Her Soul Deep.
Softly Creep Towards Her Body,
Before They Embrace Between The Sheet,
Her Body Yearns For what She Has Dearly Missed,
And All That Body Need Is Just One Gentle Kiss.
Then One Becomes Many,
All That Passion Stored Within For that One Special Night.
Which Doesnt Feel Awkward,
But Not Surprisingly Right.
Her Noises Becomes Music,
Which surrounds Deep Through The Air,
As He Kisses her Neck,
And Nibbles Her Ear.
The Intensity Has Heigthen,
As He Now Strongly Caresses Her Body,
She Is In This New State Of Euphoria,
And Her Reply Is ' More & More'.
He Kisses Her Chest,
With Such Raw emotion,
She Holds On To Him,
Only The Ability To Look At The Sky,
And To Lose Focus Of the World,
And To Only Think Of THis One Night.
She Slowly Drifts Her Hands,
And Stroke His Neck with Such Tenderness.
His Back Moves To Her Strokes,
As If He Is Now Possessed.
As She Strolls Her Hand Down His Back,
She Can Feel the Drops Of Sweat,
She Then Is so lost within The Moment,
She Rolls over and Bites His Neck.
He Now Feels The Ecastcy She Brings,
He Slowly Inserts, While He Clings To her Back,
And He Doesnt Hear Her Moan,
But To Him... She Beautifully Sings.
While Going Deep, He Breaths On Her Neck,
Letting Her Feel His warmth.
She Is Now Going Wild,
But Is Getting Excited Just By His Taunts.
The Movement Becomes faster,
breaths Become Harder,
Noises become Louder,
While He Thrusts deeper.
She Now Grips Onto the Bed,
As She Is On The Verge Of Climax,
Just Hoping, Wishing, Yearning For Him
To Take Her There,
She Moans so Loud,
It Makes Him Wanna Thrust Even Deep,
And as He Reaches His Climax,
They Both Fall To Sleep.
So If You Still Dont Believe this Isn't
Then What Is?
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