Would he let those sensual grunt
fall off his lips,
Shattered through the night,
Shinning and disappearing like dew?
Would he purr softly into her ears
Out of breath, repeatedly calling her name
And muttering that he was so close?
Would his body shiver and then convulse as he buries his face in the nook of her neck
His nails digging deeper into her skin
Muttering sweet nonsense
And at that moment would he let her see the look on his face as he reach pure ecstasy
So exposed and vulnerable