We wrestle on the bed
For a few moments
Tongues invading and retreating
Arms twisting
Embracing
Caressing
We attack and surrender
Willingly disarmed
Hips thrusting and accepting
Legs entwined
Pressing
Convulsing
I would give up my territory
If you only wanted it forever
... moving
ReplyDeleteI wish you soon dare label such a poem 'love' too, Mariposa.