Ecstasy

Yes
The word rolls from your lips
Tickles the pulse of my neck
Your hand trace the curve of my body
Stirring the fire into flames
Slowly removing fabric
The warmth from your hands mold me
Riding my mind into a storm
Your lips take me, feed my thirst
Yet draining me
The beat of your heart becomes in tune with mine
Balancing and increasing the tempo dramatically
Oh how the pleasure of the passion
Leaves on in a hopeless battle to say
Yes
Oh yes
Yes
Oh yes
Yes
Oh fuck yes