Heartbeat

I am a poem

that can’t be written on paper

For I am song

My heartbeat is

the music beneath

her reverberating heart

It’s her favorite melody

She knows all the words

She plays it over and over

It soothes her soul

And quiets her mind

I whisper

“Give me every bit of you,

and tell me how you need it.

How you hunger for my taste

and I shall ravage your soul”

Her body quivers

and goosebumps dance

as my music

washes over her form.

The maestoso sound

demands her willing submission

Head bowed her orgasm building

Pulse racing

Pleasure abounding

Rapture awakening

Her cry piercing the night

as her raindrops

became a storm

and thunder rumbles

as lightening strikes