Making Love

When you breathe on me it feels like the first rays of sunshine in Antarctica after the long winter
It's refreshing the amount of heat you produce just for this yearning body 
You fluff me like your pillow just to get self satisfaction that I'm more than willing to give
Our hearts beat separately because whilst yours is fast, mine slows down to make the best of this daily pleasure

When you look into my eyes I try to avoid them because you know you make me blush 
This passion of longing burned a fire in my cheeks that only you can steal away
When you bite me I get chills of excitement like when one takes glimpse of the first fresh snow fall

Your lips are soft like stepping barefoot on just bloomed pedals 
Your wet flicking tongue is like the smell of fresh pastries in the early morning 
Your body pushes itself closer to me, in and out, like a lovers quarrel; continuous arguments from nothing but love and need 
Climaxes of desire that only you and I can bring from making love  
I sleep with ease of breathes that say give me more tomorrow