Flesh glowing warmly, hands moving slowly, Touching, caressing, gently exploring, Riding above her, tenderly smiling, Patiently stroking in time to her sighing, He loved her. Drifting and dreaming, she moaned as he touched her, Feeling him enter, withdraw in a moment, Riding the waves of fire inside her, Thinking of nothing but love without ending, She loved him. He shifted to taste her, prolonging the moment, Savoring flavors, savoring feelings, Feeling the tension growing within her, Timing his motions to bring her to flower, He loved her. Long past all reason, no longer thinking, She thrust with a rhythm frantically rising, Gasping for air as if she were drowning, Finding the moment of passion exploding. She loved him. Finally ready, swiftly he took her, Entering, thrusting, sharing her passion, Matching her rhythm, driving still faster, Deeper and harder, until he exploded. He loved her. Lying together, quietly dreaming, Feeling the breathing each of the other, Joined in a union of love without ending, Warmed by the embers of passion remembered, Each loved the other.