A Perfect Song

The hot fingers of desire

dance to the inner music

tracing across every nerve

strumming chords

so rhythmic and achingly sweet.

Bodies moving, arching, pulling into each other.

Ragged breath raw with need

escapes parted lips

while lazy eyes lock and drink in the warmth

of knowing release is near

building

growing

until at last the shuddering climax

rocks and rolls

and then gently fades into a lullaby.