-not Stopping Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

You rock to the beat,
to the rhythm of my voice
over the phone
your moans fill my eardrums,
and I know you're begging for more.
Your hands search for the right spots to touch,
the right spots to arouse your body that's so plush.
You've been waiting and baby I'm anticipating on showing you
but right now I love the little whimpers that are escapin from those anxious lips,
desperation creeping to grab your hips,
plant kisses on your fingertips,
to send your body to complete and utter bliss.
That little face you make when I whisper your name,
or say something in a language you can't understand that drives you insane.
Babygirl, you're feenin now,
but when I get home,
I won't stop.
If you and I sing in the same harmonies,
and you feel that your body has lost it's energy,
I'll only go faster,
because I won't stop,
no not here, not now.
When I feel your body and mine finally relax,
amongst kisses tracing a trail of ecstasy and a sweat of success
I'll only hold you still and keep you close
safe from your mind
apart of my body,
and linked soul to soul