Make-up Sex

Sparked by pain and hurt, tears cried by him and her. Anger expressed or maybe worse.
When in pain we all the more thirst for love expressed; either by sex or kissing or just a gentle caress.
Physically displaying your love for me; between my legs down on your knees.
Giving pleasure you know I'll return. Showing you that my love, for you, still burns.
You hear a moan, or is it a cry? You look toward my face and find wet eyes.
You say "what's wrong baby? Should I stop?" I say "baby hold me, let me lay on top".
As I lay in your arms, head on your chest. One arm around my shoulder, one hand cups my breast.
I cry and apologize for what seems like hours. Hurt by the damage to this strong love of ours.
You console and reassure that time will heal the wound though we know forgetting won't come so soon.
Drying my tears I kiss your lips as on to your hard shaft my body dips.
Moving gently and in no hurry; making love to you despite the worry.
Holding you extra tight, I grind you with all my might.
Feeling our fluids mixing together; finding our release, our bodies tethered.
Now just to hold you close for a while. Your forgiveness makes my heart smile.
Our pain has brought much pleasure. An erotic reminder of the love we treasure.
Make-up sex means you've hurt me or I've hurt you. Make-up sex is not something I often want to do.