Positions.

I.

The stars and the sky dance above your face.

Kissing me with your tongue, drunk off my lover's taste.

When passion feels divine; it should never be replaced.

Water us with new delights. 

Feed us with pure joy.

Nurture us with devotion. 

Fingertips on my lips. 

Strum my nature with your hips.

Kiss me in waves like the ocean. 

Write your name on my body.

Rock my being with your sex.

Make love to me in the sands.

II.

Let time remember seeing us

moving slowly as it pass.

Let air think back and crave the passion we had;

energies humming songs of sweet embrace.

Let the waters ride the shore

and mimic our move and pace.

III.

Let fire seek to peak, its climax to our bliss.

Let Earth stop for a second; to remember our kiss.

Let life write sonnets of love; for us to "Dedicate".

Speak of our adoration; though they could not relate.

Our love could set a different vibe; to just grow and levitate.

As body heat rise I'm feeling high; our love like outerspace.

When a love feels that divine; it could never be replaced.

-Ether