Passion

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god!”
She screamed. Yeah, I felt it.
I feel like a god and a king
when we’re under the sheets
and I’m in between her legs,
or she’s on my lap and I’m on my back.
All the dirty things that feel so good,
can’t be bad for you and feel so good,
and the way she moans and sings,
it sounds so sweet
when we’re under the sheets.

The way our bodies work like one,
and feel like one – pleasure for two –
when I work my tongue
under the sheets and in between her legs.
Honey, you’re too sweet and get so wet
when we’re gasping for air and covered in sweat.
Naked flesh on flesh, baby, love me best!
And those amazing hands,
when you trace my hips with fingertips
and lick your lips or dig those nails
in my back, my heart races like an attack.

How good it feels to be deep inside you –
in heart and soul and body –
and have you deep inside me,
so tight, so right with no light…
Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, indeed.