Wild Sex
Many thoughts come into my head,
Of me and you making love on the bed.
The intensity grows with the squeaking of springs.
You're reminded of pleasure and sensual things.
I feel like I'm floating above the world.
Stockings are twisted and panties are twirled.
The epitome of pleasure with the scent of sex in the air.
Bucking like crazy, flesh begins to tear.
It feels so good, all you want is more.
We fall from the bed and crash to the floor.
We keep at this pace, refusing to cease.
Orgasm is reached and our minds are at peace.
We pause for a moment, ignoring the pain,
Only to revitalize and start over again.
