LOVING

The being inside is only part of it, isn't it? The slithering on slipperiness, hot, and the rhythm of it after tongue-teasing ecstasy and lips gliding and sucking in and the softness caressed and the arching back and finding just where a touch will make sighs and closed eyes, and the anthem of a thousand voices shouting Amen! Amen! Amen! in crashing gasps of breath that does it matter if another is never taken again?
And lying, quiet, pounding hearts slowing into sleep, your body so close to mine and all I want, my love is to join into you and we become one and lie side by side for ever.