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When we make love

I want to scream

-and I do

But, so do you

It's like an opera of orgasms

Rising higher, and higher

Until we are both hoarse

Our vocal chords raw

And our bodies trembling

-I'm. Not. Done.

And neither are you for that matter

Our sweat has us plastered to the bed

To each other

Making sexy, glistening, dew drops of passion

Adding to the puddle of love

And if I arch my back any higher off the bed

I'm going to

Snap. In. Two.

But you already know this

Your relentless fingers show me no mercy

And your tender mouths work magic in places I thought long forgotten

Dare I scream your name yet

again?

Act like you didn't hear me

Say it-'scuse me, scream it-that first time

Yeah, I know

We all love the way it sounds

But I like the way you say my name, too

And that nickname you've got for me, cute, real cute

Minutes tick by and we are still entwined like a pyramid

Alabaster against milk chocolate

Like the perfect afternoon (late night) snack

Arms in arms

Legs around legs

Bodies entwined

Locked in eternal passion



© LJ Rodriguez 2009