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.