This wasn't sex

Goosebumps & chills
Inhabit my skin
As I explore hers
From her toes to her grin

Her pupils are dilated
My love is her drug
She's starting me up
She's my spark plug

The lights are off
The candles are lit
I'm kissing her neck
& rubbing her clit

She's gritting her teeth
& pushing me down
So hot & moist
Hope I don't drown

Can't tell what's wetter
My lips or hers
Her face is cringing
An orgasm occurs

Just one of many
My hands are soaked
But I'm not done yet
Another's evoked

Foreplay is finished
Our bodies are red
Burning with desire
She rushed me to bed

Our clothes are gone
We're drenched in our sweat
Our sexual needs
Are more than met

The rest of the night
Morphed into a blur
Then I woke up
Still clung to her

This wasn't sex
But sacred love
All I'd long for
All I'd dream of