Love not Sex

In sex satisfaction is assumed and completed but love never dies, never tires, and is never forgotten.

Rhythmic movements on the hot sheets on another's mind. Day dreamed works of art are intermittent in our imaginations. Lips so close not even a feather can pass through. Smooth blood pushed to the boiling point.

Blushing our faces but daring not to look away afraid of the other disappearing. His teeth are just shy of a shot. Her fingers are just shy of his passion. They can't breath, they can't think.

All that is there is their quiet longing. Hearts on our sleeves. Our words whispered in each other's ears. We are they, they are we, and we all can't see.

Wishing for that purple sunrise in the forbidden sins. But he pets her cheek, soft under his cool nerves. And she loses herself in his pulse, steady in her cries. Love is such a stronger energy pull than sex.