That was some special kind of sex; some special kind.
I’ll think about it for a long time
I think I should just start writing,
but I don’t know where to start —
how to describe the ways,
you touch me.
With your fingers on my skin
spread me up
enter me —
slowly, like you do in the morning.
Your eyes — on me
my heart — beating
your skin — moving
my mind — losing
myself, to the music of our movement.
Cover me up with your essence
drown me in your thoughts
let me see the deepest part of you —
that exists.
Let me hold your scars on the palm of my heart
Soothe you, love you, live you, be you.
Hold my gaze,
show me your face
without the mask on —
without pretense.
Lead the way
I’ll take my place —
without the judgment
without the shame.
Every time, that is some special kind of sex
whenever I’m with you —
it’s that special kind
and I cannot wait for the next time.
