Is It Love?

Is it lust that drives us?

Is it chemical?

Is it real?

Is it love that binds us?

His lips hover above mine

A promise of something more

A soft sigh escapes me when

His lips meet mine with painful patience

A hand caresses my lower back

Raising bumps along my skin

Pushed up against the cold wall

A hand brushes along my cheek

The ache grows in my trembling center

His lips begin to seek and question

A moan and whispers of my name

The ache begins to take over

Lips meet with urgency as

I allow my hands to explore

Fires rage where fingers pass

Lips persuade and beg for more

His mouth is my strongest weakness

My love is made of the weakest strength

A giving in, a retreat of my dispute

His mouth is all I want this night

A chance is asked for and taken

I am lowered to the sheets

He pauses and lingers over me

A chance is given and received

He is fire, he is the sun

I blossom in his passion

Ravenous, he consumes me

He is my everything this night

Sighs and moans subside

But this moment is the most divine

His body pressed into mine

Sighs and breaths slow down

His lips hover above mine

A promise of something more

A soft sigh escapes me

His lips meet mine with painful patience

Is it lust that drives us?

Is it chemical?

Is it real?

Is it love that binds us?