Sweet Sensual Bliss

Nothings sweeter
than the surrender of her tender
I'll send her,
there
apex, climax, zenith
repeat, again, over, & over- hold her
and mold her
I'll be the bolder she can grind on
climb on, take time on
working out
her sweet quiet storm
ring the alarm
but smooth, like this poem
Nothings sweeter
then when we meet up
flesh to flesh turning heat up
ON and on
Until orgasmic exhaustion
Bodies relaxed, eyes rolled back
Heavy breathing subsided,
sensually taxed
Nothings sweeter
than the surrender
of moments of bliss like this