Rhythm Of Love

The tingling warmth of your touch,

Like fire across ice, melting its core

Knowing where to skim and where to hug

This gliding hand, with passionate romance

Finding new places to hold, stroke and smooth

Making a spark, setting the mood.

 

First it hugs the cheek as tongues entwine,

Sliding down the neck,

Skin close and real slow

Sending tingles down the back and breathing quickens

Gliding softly over chests, building with breathing rhythm

 

Again lower and lower this hand travels,

Finally hugging around and looping to the spine

Stroking, caring, taking its time

Before the great change in events

This hand slides to the bum and caresses the shape

Rubbing, moving faster each time

 

Heart beat rapidly swells with the heat,

Rushing, fighting to increase

With strong movements, of passionate lust

This one hand has helped a lot

Building the tension in which to start the must

And then at last join in the rhythm of love.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading xD