The sweat on the
Back of my neck
Eargerly greets
Your warm breath.
Your hands wander
To places only shown
Behind closed doors.
Expressing these feelings
Only read in the
Deepest of diaries.
Sounds only made
By animals.
Your eyes hold my gaze.
These lips quiver words
Not often spoken.
We lace our fingers.
We lock our legs.
We say “I Love You”
But all we want to do
Is Fuck.
