the accidental poet

A pair of eyes finds another pair,
a glance across a room.
The magnetic pull brings them together
until lips are locked as one.
A kiss at first, a gentle kiss, so soft and tender sweet.
Her lips are warm and receiving, her tongue a little shy.
He breaks his kiss to cup her chin, and
gaze into her eyes.
He can’t help himself, she’s all he ever needs.

Looking, longing, dreaming he leans into her again.
She puts her hand behind his head,
and pulls him close to her.
She mashes her lips to his, her tongue a red, hot probe.
He is surprised at her insistency, at her urgency,
but he does not pull away.
She kisses his cheek, his brow, his nose, his ears, his eyes.
He kisses her cheek, her brow, her nose, her ears, her eyes.
Passion unfolded, unbridled.
He cups her chin in his hand again,
and searches in her eyes.
He still can’t help himself, he deludes himself
that she’s all he ever needs.

writhing, coiling,
sweating, meshing, uncoiling
two bodies sweatily sticking to each other.
senseless pawing
groping, pushing, pulling, tugging.
both looking for some sort of release.
neither wants emotion,
commitment,
a relationship,
only naked,
sex,
close,
bodies,
fuck.
passion,
lust,
desire,
that’s what they want,
need.
They don’t want to say I love you,
neither wants to even care.
what they both want is this jumbled,
tangled,
web of arms and legs
that is their release.