Making Love

The image of you

Beneath me

Arched back

Muscles taut

Smooth ass

Flushed red from hungry hands

Moving

In tempo

To the agni

The fire

That you and I

Tend

Arousing smouldering lust

Into an engulfing

Fervorous

Combustion

Of animal noise

Words

Sweat

And electrical currents

That flicker and pulse

Deep

Beneath the skin

Between kinetic chakras.

The portrait

Of your framed face

Upon a pillow

Hair falling

Eyes closed

In ecstatic

Bliss

Wide mouth turned up

At the corners

Showing a slight

Wonderful smile

Of perfect satisfaction

Happiness

Peace

And content.