Ear-tingling

Propped on his elbow,
The clean cut face,
Dangerously treads the secret maze,
Lost and yearning to be found,
Fidgety, the dark hands,
Near, too close, quiver at first,
Glance at and away,
Red wine, the tang of swollen lips,
The scent travels slow, bodies romance,
Strange patterns pulsate,
Tense with nuances,
Endless possibilities surround the mind,
Passion unlocks the door,
And hops on the bed in one giant stride,
The wait is long, ear-tingling,
Imprisoned by muscled strength,
Teeth dig into the succulent meat,
Cries go unheard,
Divine the salt of sweat,
Feverish, the eyes burn,
The heat doesn’t settle still,
It asks for more,
Reservoirs have known to be emptied,
Yet, the flames reach the Moon.