Seemingly Sexual

Entwined between the silk,
Kissing softly, pressed together.
Grabbing a hold of smooth black pillows,
Lips laced with sweet tasting pleasure.

Running through her smooth hair,
Kisses linger down her neck.
Carving pathways across collarbones,
Against her, full, erect.

My hands begin to wander,
Tracing the spine of her curved back.
I feel the warmth of her soft lips,
My muscles, her skin, begin; relax.

Following the inside of thighs,
I push gently in her depths.
I move my waist, I start to taste
The sweetness of her breathes.

She marks my back and begins to moan,
The room is spinning; nothing matters.
I kiss her lips in lustful bliss,
As I start to thrust in faster.

My muffled moans against her neck
Is lit by the evening sun.
We start to sweat as I move harder
And we both begin to come.