When We Make Love…



When we make love, I really felt his love,
Every touch of his hands, my body response
When our eyes met, I could see passion and desire.
The passion to dance the rhythm
And the desire to unite as one

The moment “making love” comes to our mind
Saying “no” never comes to mind
We just erotically smile each other,
For us both knew, the call of orgasm was there.

Making love to him is like riding a roller coaster feeling
By his up and down, I experience explosive feeling.
Reaching the top is like climbing the Mt. Everest,
The world’s highest mountain
This has lofty peak.

Every motion, there is emotion;
Every hug, there is security;
Every kiss, there is excitement;
And every sweet moans, there is satisfaction.

Making love isn’t bad,
Only people make it bad.
It’s a ritual practice for reproduction
A gift of heaven for self-multiplication