Our Secret

In the absence of innocense
Passion awakes
         Warm and intense
Everything becomes a myth
And our myth becomes everything
Wrapped in bare arms
   My heart quickens to no end
     The friction of our working bodies takes my breath
My breasts moisten as your mouth embraces them
Moving faster and deeper
Turning to change our moans
   And develope them into screams of rapture
Your hands swimming across my back
   And the brush of our lips
      Brings me that much closer to Euphoria
My pulse thickens and every vein pounds
Each thrust against me only heightens my tender skin
   Making each touch that much better
This must be what passion's fire feels like
   Burning away all worries
      All thought