If it Weren't

love making

If It Weren’t

If it weren’t for the way he seduced me,
Using words that slid over my skin,
Using whispers to tickle my yearning
And soft kisses to move himself in;

If it weren’t for the dreams we were weaving,
Bearing pleasures we vowed we would take;
If it weren’t for the spark of his passion
And the heat that his passion would make;

If it weren’t for our desperate craving,
Springing up from insatiable need;
If it weren’t for deep moments of lusting
Or for hunger, desire, and greed;

If it weren’t for my hips gently rocking
And my thighs wrapped around him so tight,
I’d be lost to the dark lonely shadows,
If it weren’t for his body tonight.


JMariah