Gently fingers tracing my spine

Lips crashing together

Bodies locked, intertwined

Her hair wild un-tamed

Her fervour so frenzied

Yet somehow restrained

Gliding against one another

Glistening bodies so rapt

Groans refusing to the smother

Pupils agape, dilated

Long days gone by

In expectation they waited

Greased in motion

So sweet our convulsion

Such girded devotion

The deep misty air thick

Hangs charged with wanting

Caressing we lovers slick

This vixen of pleasure

I find myself a part of

Could she be my measure?