doubt sneaks in
a time of kiss strokes wet with sex
soft skin on skin
and amidst the tingle creeps in vex
signals fade, her body no longer rocking slow
her face, her hands almost reaching for ending
and my causes stop and reasons change for where i go
her walls grab me, make me yearn for sending
for me a turning, that yearning.
for her surprise in that rise.
and she shakes and rocks from deep
and we come and cherish what we keep.