Til All Are Gone

I wish my hands were gripped with yours.

As I push into your core with just enough force.

Atop of you, between your thighs.

Looking down into bright blue eyes.

I wish our hips were rolling, synchronised as one.

Our mouths locked kissing, intertwining tongues.

Breaths breathing heavier with each loving thrust.

Building slow heavy pressure, testing the dam we’ll bust.

That is until the moment it finally bursts.

Neither really knowing which one came first.

Lost in passion our bodies throng.

Making love til all but us are gone.