Making Love
Making Love
My bones shiver,
my eyes quiver.
Goosebumps grow,
aroused and oh
the sight I see
lying beside me.
Her enticing flesh, angelic;
My raging passions, enthetic.
The sweltering heat
Caresses our feet;
Together we enjoin
with burning loins.
Neck and neck we bite.
So lustful a fight,
it’s a luminous site.
Thrust after thrust
and kiss after kiss,
tainted in love’s musk:
it’s a heavenly bliss.
As the climax recedes,
we are blisteringly satisfied.
We lie there in peace
smoking cigarettes, gratified.
By Mensur Gjonbalaj
January 27, 2016
