the be more to what be between woman and man

the days be cooler the ardour though not
the morning be dawned the coffee drunk
the clouds lie grey
the sky unclear
a lover expected , a journey from afar.

What be in a mood when romantic be the state of mind.
When virginal be thoughts of the visitor expected.
To share a moment so soft a touch real dear
no need for words
for the eyes the welcome warm do extend.
When the arrival, the presence of the desired one
does make ones heart skip with lustful passionate yearnings
a confusion for it be a sort of love...?
To turn ones face up to receive their look, their kiss
to read their need their want of one
to feel that tingle between ones legs
for one knows the visitors intent no longer virginal.
How endearing be that passion burning
a building of emotions raw
real
tangible.
Two people, all of a sudden know nothing else, than that which they feel.
For when their skin does touch
there be no rush to hurry that inevitable contact.
There be no rush, the desire being to savour
that electrical first melting of skin on skin...a moment breathless....a moment anticipated.
When like felines wild, the need to smell and inhale each others scent
through rubbing up against each other
an action more powerful than any coital dalliance.
How supple becomes her petalled 'womanness'
soft, pliable, with every second spent in his company.
And he, a hardness throbbing
extending longer
every nerve in his shaft pulsating with the hot blood of a male heated
grunting
growling
seething in his need to eat her....

How beautiful be a mood romantic when one knows to let go and simply live the moment
....even if it be lustful in its romance.

RB.