Note: chizzy and I don't know why there's a note self but things are ahead o.

It's more than just sweating, panting and reckless penetrating.

It's should be more than just pleasuring the flesh and the minutes later feels like nothing.

It's the flooding from the hole that washes away failed memories,
And the hardness of the mane that knocks of your insecurities.

It's the breaking of risen walls between wanting bodies,
And the merging of minds and forgeting all incompatibilities.

It's the thrusting, a skin to skin act of joy forgotten,
Bloodlike sweat that form from souls closely uniting.

It's the moans of the spirits and grunts that pushed boundaries,
With each sound lifting you more to undiscovered ecstasy.

It's the slow pace ride that stills your heart and it's beating,
It's not sex, it's the simple act of love making.