Monday Poetry

You greedily sigh
as you slide in beside me
Your fingers trail
down the soft skin of my thigh
Your tongue tastes
the tender curve of my neck
Your limbs caress
mine as you move over me
Your touch excites
me as you slip into my heat
Your gentle stroke
becomes hard, pounding as we lose ourselves
Your body cradles
mine as we lay sated in one another

y, er
I think I need to work on this one a little, it could flow a whole lot better.