Humanities Rhythm

I want to taste your tongue and feel it dance with my own,
To know how my breasts feel in your hands and the pinching of the nips between your fingers as we kiss.
Let me reach down and stroke your glorious manhood,
I want to know what it feels like as it goes rigid in my grasp.

Bend down your head and taste of my nipples and work your fingers between my legs.
Feel the pounding of our hearts, listen to our breath as anticipation rises for the pleasures we will find.
I want to look into your eyes, to the depths of your soul as our bodies become one.

Let us become one in body and soul as we find a rhythm of our own in this act of humanity.
Let the groans and yearnings of our hearts be heard as we focus on the bond we share.
Let them spur us on to reach for the top, but not too soon! Let's linger there.
Let's find a plateau and stay as long as we can before we reach the end.

Our rhythm is our own. It is strong and something no one else can share.
The feeling in my heart now spills out through my eyes and all over your face as we decide to move on.
The feeling is divine, and so it the time.
Give to me your seed my love, I will water it and nurture it.
For from it will grow a bond only we can know.

Let not the blooms fade away in vain.
Let's continue to fertilize and water them.
What becomes of them will be a garden full of pleasures.
We will want to visit over and over again.