Those Words Made Love To Me

Those words made love to me.

It was slow at first and then swiftly reckless

as if I wasn’t even there.

Pounding of my body towards the beats that rose above me and then caught my descent.

Lips agape with longing and wonder as the reciting of refinement cascade around us.

The deeper you go, the credible the groans of recognition erupt your organ as you delay for my benefit.

But I wish you on as I grip you into me and expel praises and gratitude for every way

you awakened my hidden jewel.

The moistness from activity create the perfect haze

For our endless intermission.

You are the one.