When Two become One
Wayne and Brandie
Her velvet red lips press against mine,
and she softly murmurs, suggestive.
Our eyes are so close
I feel her lashes fanning across mine.
Inside the depths of her pupils,
like a mental billboard, I read her thoughts.
Oh, you naughty girl.
Have you ever felt that electricity,
when the tips of her breasts
brush the tips of your chest?
Bodies shudder and surrender rational.
Her neck tastes of the sea,
Carnal Flower perfume,
and cashmere.
The way she hungrily suckles on me,
I must taste like lust, blood, and red wine.
I trace my finger lightly…lightly
across her collar-bone;
she traces her nail tantalizingly
from my tail-bone up my spine.
Our bodies intertwine, backs arch,
skin kisses skin.
Basking in passions heat,
hair tickling,
groans escaping,
unchained release.
Lovers grasp and hold tight
the other in their arms,
settled and comforted,
fulfilled and satisfied
unlike any other experience
known to the human senses.
Bare before the cosmos
with only bands upon their fingers
lay husband and wife,
and the two, are one.