Laying together on bedding of clouds that you feel,

Touching of souls so close with feelings they seal.

The fragrance of lotion from showers before,

The movement of hands from the one you adore.

Luscious lips that cover you, like leaves on a tree,

Bringing emotion of desire that your feelings are free.

Intertwining of bodies like string with no endings or start,

The enchantment from increasing beats of love from your heart.

The unity of movement with essence of love you do seek,

The ultimate rush, like reaching that highest mountain peak.

By John E. Mingo Sr