My soul does not only belong to me now;
you have come and claimed a part of me,
ensuring that our names are carried
through every facet of this life.

Our inner metronome will never let us forget.

You have whispered softly into my curious ears
telling me the most intimate secrets;
a tender lover stating desire’s deep longing.

I feel your heat, rising from your body in waves
threatening to scorch my sensitive palms;
have you forgotten though, lover?
I alone am capable of taming your body.

My hands will skillfully trace intricate designs
delving deeper into your cravings for my touch;
as my tongue makes small pathways,
and my mouth greedily latches on to your aching nipple
I will delight in hearing your moans
as beautiful to me as any symphony I’ve ever heard.

In these moments, as your body responds
to every small exploration
I beg you to take me into your experienced hands.
Though I am strong, my shores will crumble for you;
you hold the key.
We have no defenses against each other;
you are the rising tide, guiding the flow and ebb…

Your mouth tentatively finding what belongs to you,
as my hips gently slide up to meet your waiting tongue;
I feel as though I’ve craved this moment
before time was even a known concept.

Your hard, throbbing sex is mine to claim,
and after I run my fingertips through your delicious droplets
I suck the taste of you hungrily;
you are my deep well, in the driest desert.

Without need for language,
we both want this to go further…
your aching flesh matches
my desperate need for you.

You guide yourself into my tight depths,
as if you had always belonged there.
As I match your pacing, hearts and hips grinding together
I have never felt more complete at this moment.

I long to tell you…
but we are both beyond words.
Our eyes are locked on each other,
and that is enough, for us both to understand.

Our furious pace driven by pure emotion
expressing our basest needs for each other.

We are two beings, the shore and the sea;
as our mutual release washes over both of us
in a feverish invocation of whispered names,
I will never feel closer to another person
than I do to you in these moments.

We lay, silently spent as the tide begins to ebb slowly;
our bodies quivering helplessly together
against the flood’s aftermath.

We have become one entity,
unequivocally borne of love and passion
in this familiarity between two souls.

Our inner metronome will never let us forget.