I LOVE TO HEAR THE SOUNDS

IT
the lingering hours
of the night as our
bodies adjust to the wonder
of togetherness and commitment
to giving and receiving;
THE
music of the ancient gods slowly
evolve from our mouths revealing
music and desires beyond words.
It is he sound of sighs, deeper catching
of breath, muffled screams, and a sonnet
of yeses.
AS
I hear the sounds from both of us,
the edge is toyed with but the
selfishness of being perpetual refuses
to grant release permission.
SO
my lover sound launder and wilder.
I love the volume and content and
digging of your nails and bites
as the sound erupts into a
thousand breathless "don't stops'  ! ! !"
Meet me at the Kissing Place
and my ears will be waiting to hear.
OKAY?