Poem- Not Fucking

My arms wrap around you loosely

Taking my time to press my lips onto your lips

Love inspired kisses

Your hands land onto my waist

Pulling me close

Forcing me to feel every ounce of love you have for me

I wiggle as you pinch my ass lightly

In the bed room

Our hands explore one another

feeling every curve; every beautiful piece of skin

Our breathing loud

filled with excitement

Your finger finds a path to my wetness

Heat builds in my body

Wrapping my legs around you

Grinding my covered wetness over your growing erection

Weak in the knees

Lust turning into need

You’re on top of me

Your finger tips outlining the curve of my body

Pulling off my panties

Removing your pants

Exposing your greatness

That my body always desires

Not fucking

But love making

Powerful sex that leads to love

My body trembles in ecstasy

Cum excepts my body

Yours replaces it.

Filling me with your sticky love liquid

“ I love you.”

Words said so breathlessly

Yet so powerful.

“ I love you too.”

We melt into each other.

Our sweat soaked bodies; weak.

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