Sex With You Poem by yvonne Ghana

with you, making love
was never a bore
it was never an obligation
it felt natural;
every tough, every sigh
your lips on my skin
leave a burning trail
the look in your eyes
passionate, electric
when i reach for you
and you call out my name
each thrust, every single moan
is recorded in my heart
i feel you, inside and out
your scent over powers me
your breath, soft and warm
i want you deeper still
i want to melt into your skin
when it ends, you hold me
vulnerable, trusting
i close my eyes and smile
i hope we do it again
soon