Before the passion begins.

Eyes dark, eyes light, share

Unnamed hopes, and heartfelt promise

Of raptures to be given

And received

Before the passion begins

So familiar, the hair, the cheeks, the sway

Of her walk, the swagger of his.

Her lips that pout temptation yet smile

Deep into his heart

Before the passion begins

Touch her cheek, so silken,

Stroke his chin so rough

Hand touches hand, coolness before

Heat of skin on skin

Before the passion begins

Share the tension in eager throats

Each yearning, and longing

For the giving, for the receiving,

Of what lies ahead.

Before the passion mounts,

Lips come together, gently parting.

Tongue tip to tongue tip

Encouraging, pressing for

Tingling exploration.

As the passion rises

Disrobing reveals the curves and the rigid,

Where fingers may smoothly stroke skin,

And lips can kindle body heat

Towards a longed-for conflagration

While passion takes hold,

Lips, tongues and fingers savour

Warm moistness, rampant hardness

The preparedness of familiarity

In two ever-eager bodies

Passions demands are met

As hardness seeks moist entry

Eyes meet, acknowledging shared congress,

No words are spoken,

Yet eyes and caresses speak only of love

Passion is overtaken

By the magic of giving, the joy of being taken

As two bodies merge and melt

In thrust and response, leading two souls

To reach joyously for the farthest star