When We Were Real
When we needed no prompts
accept the pleasure of real,
while all around the humanity
of our day,
continued to be on display.
When ripping your clothes off
created a chuckle of passionate embrace,
when the skin we caressed became heated
in a delicious manner toward reaching that nirvana
we thought about all day until now.
While the world outside continued
with routine ambiance, in here
we began an exploration with tongues and hands,
wet with desire, gasps to instruct us,
time was our own body playful in release.
Then suddenly eyes,
always in the middle of love-making,
that moment, when after strength and urgency
found her every region,
she would turn to me and plead.
In my own agony toward a pleasure’s moment,
I would search inside,
find a way to allow her own confidence
to know what we are about to do,
is truly beautiful in innocence, perilous in mind.
Young stars at our own game,
each of us trying to better the other hand,
to reach a climax might be too soon,
perhaps always an opportunity,
certainly never too late – she does writhe.
Want, this day to last forever,
as now arching our backs in unison,
we feel an internal explosion, a standard,
we come to anticipate,
yet each time we’re led breathless in release.
To share love with you as real as the moment we piece
together in our minds, surely offers a delightful peace.