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.