Heated Passion

It's hot, oh yes, oh so hot,
Right outside this house,
But this passion between us,
Is even hotter yet.
The sweat is dripping off us,
We smell a mix,
Of sweat and sex.
It drives us even more crazy,
Our touches get more frantic,
Voices even more desperate.

Our passion is driving us both over the edge,
We can't seem to stop,
For anything.
The phone rings but I don't hear it,
You run your mouth over my body,
And my urge almost explodes.
You grin and pull me to the edge of the bed,
Putting your mouth on that sacred place of mine,
And make me writhe with pleasure.

When I can't take it anymore,
I pull you to me and you enter,
My eyes roll into the back of my head, a moan escapes from my mouth.
As you tease me my pleasure heightens,
I dig my nails into your back,
And a smile comes across your face.
When I think I'm going to explode,
You finally come and it gets me going,
We finish together in sweet bliss.

I sigh and pull you to me,
Run my hands through your hair,
And whisper that I love you.
This is possibly my favorite moment,
Holding you so close,
After sharing something so wonderful and unique to us.
It makes me fall in love with you,
All over again.