The Art of Love

It starts with a kiss...
then our bodies embrace.

Our minds and thoughts become one...
emerged in passionate splendor, our hearts flutter.

Lost in a sea of tranquility...
anticipating the tide.

Breathes too shallow to take...
pleasure too abundant to lose consciousness.

Our souls rhythmically keep time...
as though auditioning for a romantic concerto.

The mood heightens...
our bodies quiver with beads of anticipation.

Then it subsides...
as to lay in wait for an encore.

Unknown desires found...
fears bravely conquered.

Spirits emerging as one...
the thirst for passion now being quenched.

The metamorphism of love unfolds...
volcanic desires peak.

As though dying, and then being resurrected...
we leave ourselves.

Violent eruptions engulfs us in overwhelming waves of erotica...
wet, yet without being drenched.

Sounds of gratification echoes our hearts...
truly, there are no victors in the war of pure intimacy.

In lies the scares of contentment...
and the shear appreciation for the art of love.