The Connection - Poem by Andre Gaston
Passionate kisses under a pale moon light.
The warmth of each other’s bodies strengthens our intimacy all through the night.
The moisture from your breath arouses me deeply within.
Knowing that one kiss from each other’s lips cannot go without sin.
I hear your voice trembling as our bodies start to connect.
My fingers softly caress your back all the way up to your neck.
Whispering in each other’s ears saying how much we want it more.
The fireplace is where we lay because we couldn’t make it to the bedroom door.
Candles burning, your toes are curling; our bodies are shifting and the world stops turning.
Our passionate love making endures no boundaries.
As the lust for each other resurrects so calmly.
The simple touch of my fingertips lightly brushes your lips.
The electricity of passion slowly pierces through your hips.
A waterfall of hormones fills your body with desire.
Like a volcanic eruption, your body burns as we conspire.
You rectify your hips and grab on tighter to my back.
As the time starts to slow you’re soon to reach your climax.
The stars fall from the sky and all that was heard was a silent cry.
We make no movements as we stare in to each other’s eyes.
Feeling the warmth of our bodies while I’m still inside.
Intertwined with each other, as our bodies become one.
Hoping that the passion that we have for each other will never come undone.
(Andre Gaston 01/15/08)
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