How can this be wrong,
When it feels so right;
The taste of your kiss against mine,
Tongue and lips intertwined;
The scorch of your fingers,
Gliding across my pleading skin;
The sound of our pounding hearts,
As your naked body hovers over mine;
The sweet pain of where our hips meet,
The glide and stride
That sends shivers down my spine,
And steals my breath;
The heat our bodies emit;
The desire and need that swells
As our eyes lock;
Your sweet whispers in my ear;
The heady sound of your name on my lips;
The earth shaking crescendo,
The break, the fall into each other;
The pool of pleasure our bodies collapse into;
The knowingness of the aftershocks
My body trembles in;
But then memory returns,
As I collect my clothes to leave;
You are the untouchable,
Belonging to her,
But she will never know
How wrong my good is
©2016 – V. A. Coote