We Make Love in the Air

 

I.

 

We make love in the air,

The clouds are our cushions and our pillows

The stars showing the only dim light in the night.

 

Our bodies twist and wriggle, her hold so tight...

 

II.

 

It started with a question,

Answered by a dance

As well as a wish to see the stars close up.

 

I am hers, no doubt.

Called by Nature's Spirit

As my own soul agrees, only here for my lover.

 

What power the moon has!

Turning ultimate beauty deeper

Into emotions capable of passion.

 

Lo! Mistake me not...

Think not that physical grace compares

With emotional splendor and passion of the heart.

 

It is purely a facade

Tricks the minds of Nature's creatures

Into seeing false faces of love.

 

My feelings for my Lover are real!

Take my heart and see

Into her presence...

 

Physical grace she has

Reaching along her gorgeous body

As she walks, jealous eyes massage her.

 

My heart searches further, nonetheless, to her essence

Possessing beauty of the mind

As well as of the passion.

 

Physical, Mental, and Spiritual

Becoming one in her nature

With me as her catalyst.

 

She and I have more than the physical,

Mating only a minute part of our feelings

As it only provides a way of further showing our emotions

 

People don't understand her

Being only merely perfect in every way

For her utter presence, I hunger and stir

 

That is why... I love her.

 

III.

 

Singleness leads to mindlessness

Forgotten lies are the kindliest

 

We meet and feel the emotions start to rise

Our embarrassed glances and short looks

Telling us that the mating ritual is about to begin.

Touch me softly, my lover.

 

I kiss her delicately, feel her burning

Look in her eyes, glowing

Feel her hand holding mine, folding

Sense her emotions, knowing

 

Our souls, attached

Other realities, collapsed.

 

She closes her eyes as I explore,

Childlike curiosity even though I have already seen...

A tender gasp as I touch, massage

My only mission gently proceeding.

 

Yet are we passionate lovers...

Or lustful sinners?

It is true that Hatred comes in degrees of seven

As does emotional pride and violent cries...

 

Fade away to nothing more,

Our hearts finding love's sacred core

 

Passion wins! Ne'er was a sin.

One must understand that our sensuality

Is of the spirit, the soul

Not of physical want.

 

The body is weak, as are parts of the mind

It is our spirits tasting freedom, not our flesh

So touch me once more, my lover

And I will continue to give tribute to your body and soul.

 

Sinless bliss, degrees of seven,

Unhither’d dreams, let me see Heaven!

 

IV.

 

And so after a few moments, we are both panting,

With yet another soft caress

 

One more kiss, our tongues intertwining

Getting closer to sensual confess...

 

Her wings expand, beauty defies reality,

Her hands go around my waist

 

With one last kiss her wings flap,

Pulling us from the earth's face.

 

We still continue to caress and cuddle

The source of our heat found

 

We gently take each other's clothes off

Let go, watch them float to the ground.

 

We fly even higher into the night sky,

find clouds and make them our cushions

 

With one last look, she slides down and we become one.

And thus our dance begins...

 

V.

 

Twisting, turning

Showing, learning

Loving... yearning.

 

I gasp... she is so hot!

Clenching me like a tight handshake

In the weightless air

 

Our bodies, together, we share...

 

She moans... taking me fully!

My thrusts with deadly precision

My tongue becoming a passionate tool

 

Our cries becoming louder in our sensual duel...

 

Gods, yes! Let me feel your spirit

Through your body, my muscles straining

To give you all that you desire

 

Our physical giving away to the fire...

 

She breaths in passionately,

Her lips finding mine lovingly

We sink through the clouds before long

 

Our thrusts are just too strong...

 

Her wings hold us in the air,

We make love in the sky!

Giving in to our spirits is what matters most

 

Our bodies, though, are getting close...

 

Twisting, tease

Clenching, squeeze

Thrusting, Please!

Oh, Gods... Release!!

 

VI.

 

Now... the dance is over.

 

Our bodies are through

 

Our spirits, satisfied

 

Our thrusts, slowing

 

Our minds, content

 

Our love... deeper.

 

Her wings allow us to descend

Ever so slightly

 

So we can see the stars slowly move further away.

 

We gently touch the ground, she lays back

Still one in mind and body...

I kiss her softly, our energy gone

And watch her drift to sleep.

 

I kiss her once more

Telling by her soft moan

And gentle squeezing around our connection

That she dreams of our experience

 

And the ones of the future.

 

Dreams are the most important ones,

They make life seem more real

 

Power for learning as the gentle night's breeze blows across the grass..

And that is exactly... how we feel.

 

 

 

TiGRE the Forsak'n Angel

tigerangel@kittymail.com