Closed doors

Imagine what goes on behind a closed door,
So much pleasure and oral galore.
Trailing kisses from here to there,
The control taken by holding hair.
Fingers smooth over your complexion,
Higher and higher builds the tension.
Inhaling the natural scents of another,
To fill ones face in such smother.
Fitted together like a jigsaw,
The heavenly crash growing more.
The final intimacy is all about,
What can be felt in the others shout.
Imagine what goes on behind a closed door,
Because it was there that my heart tore.