Erect, but probing with my hand, I feel the tension build. I hear the moans and sighs you breathe, The words you almost say. Erect, and pressing close to you, I pause to touch your hand, To stroke the palm as fingers close To feel the thrust implied. Erect, and thrusting deep inside, I reach to hold your breast, To feel the tension and the warmth, And words your body speaks. Erect, and thrusting harder still, I shift to hold your waist, To drive as deep as I can reach, To try to reach your soul. Erect, and thrusting slowly now, I feel your body move In waves and pulses uncontrolled, As I begin to come. Erect, but soon erect no more, I wish that I could stay, Unmoving, moved, content and warm, Inside where I belong.