Beats

A pulse
Like a drum
With the bass
Turned up
High.
Skin on skin
Hot flesh intertwined.
A trickle of
Sweat
Reaches the small
Of my back
Tickling my senses
As is glues slowly.
Leaning back
Like a flower turning
Towards the sun
Ready to blossom.
Our bodies like
Sculptures
Set in stone
Brewed from
The warmth.
Stretching to reach
My lips,
A gift that tastes
So sweet
I'm incredibly
Star struck
Believing to see
The galaxy spinning
In your eyes.
A sigh as we
Drift softly to sleep.