The Battle

his timidness surrounds me
with every tug of his hair
every kiss that pulls me closer to him
every fiber of my being screams this is right

his strong hands move along my back
and mine thread through his hair
I only pull back for a second to catch my breath
then my lips are to his neck
his light moans fill the air
my lips travel back to his in my heat of passion
every stroke of our tounge push me more into bliss
every last piece of will I have to stop fades away

and then all too soon we must cease  
but soon enough the battle begins again