[ If you could feel the beating of my heart, ]

If you could feel the beating of my heart,
if you could feel the blood flowing in my veins,
if you could feel my soul shudder,
when I realize what it is I feel,
if you could feel my mind racing,
thinking thoughts of you,
if you could feel my eye lids flutter,
my lips part, my back arch,
my nails scratch, my breath upon your neck.
If you could feel my passion
in the way I call your name,
if you could feel my emotion
in the way my body moves with yours,
if you could feel my skin
with fingertips softer than butterful wings.
If you could feel the way we work together,
moving in perfect harmony,
if you could feel for me as I feel for you,
together, in our own little world of pleasure.
If you could feel the silk I'm wearing,
the rough sweetness of my lips
pressed, embracing yours,
if you could feel my hands
upon the most intimate parts of you,
if you could feel all of these things,
and so much more,
then why bother making love to anyone else?