Across a room, in each other’s room

These two could burn a house down.

There’s a searing hiss of passion

Every time their scorching lips kiss.

Steamy has little on this

Hot, sizzling bliss that they create.

With their eyes they speak of pleasures undelivered

Which they more than desire to share unhindered.

She knows where his touch is best

And how her hands caress his chest

As her strokes her curves and evokes reactions that deserve

His utmost attention

As carefree and without pretension

Their bodies merge, blend, melt into wet oneness.

Alone they’d not overcome this

So together they seek bliss.

Holding onto the moment and one another;

For everything less than satisfaction is torment.