The mood for love
A mood, a time, love calls to mind, and brings heart in from the cold.
A hand clasped, entwined with likened mind, a recipe for love.
Two eyes will meet, hearts pump and beat, as something takes control of your being.
Words don't betray, they flow each way
The mood for love conveyed.
Two faces meet, sweaty palms nerves, heat as hot lips they briefly touch.
First gently sweet, then urgently, that emotion is all too much.
Arms smother each other, as the two discover, each others inquisitiveness.
Lost in sweet caress, hearts rage through their chests, the mood for love has no contest.
Bare bodies lay, upon a bed, and slowly they entwine
The rhythm plays through, moans and writhes as love gets hold of the two of you.
The bright lit moon from window soon
Appears at the final stage.
Where climax beats the raw retreat,
To take over writhing bodies, overcome.
The recipe for love you see, is steamed in natural juices
Cooked slowly with care, it will ever be there
Nothing can never, ever change it.
Written by Luvving