What We Share

No taste of chocolate or any food could ever compare,
of the touch and emotion we can share.
No words could really express
when I feel your arms in an endless caress.
That look in your eyes when you walk in that door,
the touch of your hands as you open me wanting more.
Then you lay me down in our bedchamber beyond the day light,
in a dance we mingle holding with our might.
I hold you and you hold me,
let our love and passion some how break free.
Open to you legs stretched out to receive all that you can give,
with in your arms and mind is the only place I wish to live.
It is when foreplay becomes more then we can really bare,
far beyond an illusion that we should ever stare.
Closer to the heavens when ones skin shivers and quakes,
in the fits of passion where we make our bodies shake.
Then in thrusts we spend our last energy to unfold,
only to feel the salvation that was foretold.
Eyes crawling in the back of our head,
only to be in a land where the French say it’s a little dead.
Where pleasure and pain are tied in with each pelvic thrust,
and we are only given satisfaction from our ending lust.
Nails grasping skin as I fall into you,
holding you so close showing this act is true.
In to eyes that only want to feel more,
open to everything I can give, to reach your core.
Swaying and grinding wanting it never to really end,
saying with our bodies that we are more then just a friend.
Juices flowing and you still call for me,
close your eyes lover and let me set you free.
Wrap yourself around me and in return,
the lesson of my true love you will learn.
Starting and stopping until I can no longer go on another thrust,
for this is my gift for you and in your climax you will trust.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2005