Making love, as wonderful as it seems
Makes the coitus painful afterwards
Then wish that it is lovelier next time around
And not to pain you with apprehension
Warm fluids excreted from the sweetest
Acts of love that animates the senses
It brings the ‘you and me’ all together
Two souls that speak the same language
The aching bliss drowns me, enveloping
My faculties work en masse to the heights
Glorious bursts of ecstasy they produce
Sending us both to exhaustion
How I adore how we exchange ourselves
And share them with each other entirely
They fascinate me each time we make love
Warm, wonderful and aching, every time.
