If sounds had a meaning, moans would be the most beautiful language
Reserved for those moments when everything goes right.
when those little touches and gestures all day long
are but foreplay for the grand event
subsequent union coming as no surprise
the oil, lingerie and whipped cream
all but props for the occasion
one that can best be described by
moans and groans, slow and aplenty
that masks the gyrates and slow slides
made more pleasurable by the lineal alignments of all the erogenous regions
the mouth a power station
transmitting those sparks of electricity
to first one lip,
then the other,
behind the ear,
then the neck
and inevitably
when all that's left is ecstasy, my name and your moans
that is when we get the nature of the special sex
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