Making Love With You
You sweep across the room
taking all my air with you,
leaving me none to breathe,
without breathing in you too.
But now this air seems thicker
and fills me up ever more,
apprehension makes me empty
compared to what we have in store.
To feel, for endless hours
bodies aching to express
hunger, burning, searing flame
so boldly with finesse.
Our senses filled with each other,
until there is nothing left to do,
but explode like a super nova
becoming one for a time, not two.
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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli