make love to me
She’s my favorite of the five senses
Sight, smell, sound, taste, touch
Her face scrunched up
Grabbing at the pillows
Grabbing at my hair
Mouth ever so slightly open
What a sight
She’s sweating
Her legs shaking
The sweat mixing with the cum
What a smell
She tries to be quiet
She always has
She’s embarrassed by the involuntary noises
But they always conquer her
Whispered affirmations
Suppressed “fuck”s and “oh god”s
Moans escape her
What a sound
The taste of her skin
I’m kissing down her body
My lips touch every inch of skin
But I can’t describe the taste of her skin
Only more inexplicable is the taste of her cum
My tongue is tired but she pulls me closer
I would drown in this perfect taste
Before I stopped prematurely
What a taste
Her body is pressed so close to mine
Not a piece of fabric between us
Her fingers brush against my nipple
Before they travel further down my body
There are no thoughts in my mind
No descriptors on my tongue
Just her fingers inside of me
What a touch
I see what people mean
When they talk about sex
They want it
They miss it
3,000 miles from her I get it
Except I don’t get it
It’s not about the physical
Not entirely
Replace her in the equation
And it’s nothing
It feels good, sure
But it’s not about the feeling
Not entirely
I love her
She loves me
When I see her so turned on
So helpless and vulnerable
So in need of release
I see how beautiful she is
When I smell her so worked up
Such a pungent, unique smell of sex
I smell her pheromones
Biology telling us that we’re a match
I smell how good for me she is
When I hear sounds escape her
So involuntary, so vulnerable
So sweet, so true
I hear how much she trusts me
When I press my tongue in between her legs
I taste how vulnerable she is
The perfect taste, a taste only I’m privy to
I taste how much I love her
When I feel her body so close to mine
Her fingers wandering
Wherever they please on my body
I feel how much I trust her
She’s my favorite of all the five senses
Because it feels good
Because I like making her feel good
Because nature gets us hot and bothered
But it’s more than that
She’s my favorite of all the five senses
Because those five senses
Allow me to express just how much I love her
Allow me to feel just how much she loves me
Growing up, I hated the phrasing
Making love
I still do
It’s awkward
It’s clunky
It’s what parents say
When they don’t want to say sex
But in those moments with her
I understand where it comes from