All The Right Parts Of Me

This is a poem of passion, so...18+

All The Right Parts Of Me


Ecstasy
He takes me again
in his arms and I am blinded
by the heat as darkness enfolds me
and swallows me whole.
His lips burn into my flesh
and sweat mingles with sweat as blood
rushes
to all the right parts of me
and him.
Our bodies entwine as they were
undoubtedly meant to
for all time
in all things
one

Passion
becomes love
when eyes lock
and hands meet
touching
and not touching
here
in the heat of this moment
I feel him though he's absent
and love him through
this sweet ache
throbbing
in all the right parts of me
and him.

He rushes into me slowly
deliberately
pure and perfect
clouds swirl away from the setting
sun
dripping with fuchsia and orange and pink
flawless cotton candy in the smell of
his skin
soft
sweet
salty
sensual fires until my soul can take it no more
My world doesn't turn without him
My heart cannot beat but for him
My life begins when the rapture of him burns
in all the right parts of me