Rising Crescendo

more than the summer, more than the spring
more than daydreaming or sunlight sparkling

every time that you're thinking of me
I'm thinking of you and I want to be

in your warm arms feeling your skin
kissing your lips while entering

into your body, your mind and your heart
within and without as we both start

moving together up and down
back and forth with slippery sounds

a rising crescendo of moans and too sighs
while penetrating between your two thighs

more than the summer, more than the spring
the greatest of pleasures is entering

where I can feel you and you can feel me
in a rising crescendo of sweet ecstasy
Written by bcpoet
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