With you I know
that look
as my clothes are
slipping to the floor.
A rythmic pleasure,
a song of sighs
but your eyes they never close.
Their bright and beautiful blueness
unable to miss a second.
Lips parted slowly
saying nothing
but meaning everything,
never has this physical act
entered into my heart
as it does now.
At the end
those eyes still peering into mine.
With you I know the splendor of this moment
I comprehend
we do this not to feel it
but to know it.
My breath slowing
in between gasps
I exhale this feeling
"I love you".
You breathe it in
closing your eyes
knowing I'll still be there when they open.
Please tell me what you think
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Good, a wonderful tribute of one's love while love making. Not what I was looking for, I wanted to know how you love or lust or both, the ditterent between the both. Lovely write. I thought is was well done.
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