"Ardour"

He moves about her slowly, softly.
His quiet breath.
With deep whispers of his intent,
She trembles in anticipation.

Nothing but him, matters.
And as he moves about her,
Touching her with gentle fingers.
Nipples harden atop her glistening skin.

Breath coming shorter.
And she becomes wet,
In sweet anticipation.

He talks of his love.
His uncompromising devotion.
His honor, of her complete,
In whispers.

She knows his love is real,
As is hers.
Unto him she gives up her soul,
Heart, Mind and Body.
She trembles, In anticipation.

Her love blossoms,
Like a flower in full bloom.
Body quivering,

He kisses her then enters her
As they become one she moans,
In anticipation,

Where a man controls,
Her every breath and movement
She submits willingly.

Joining together in passion,
Where his soul meets hers,
She whimpers in anticipation.

Together they meet in bliss
With racing heart and breath,
Lips, hearts and bodies.

Love in all ways,
And the sweet anticipation.
Of the purest love.