Ends to the Heart's Contents

Hot and smooth,
so warm to the touch.
Purest of feelings,
heartfelt intentions.
No lust abides here,
just earnest souls
seeking to test the depths
of each other's beings.

Are we so tired of wanting
that love at first sight has become
Our true love?
That infatuation
Has robbed us of our sight?
Made us beings incapable of seeing
what we feel?
Of hearing what we know?

My dear,
my soul simply seeks
to hold your tender arms,
feel the warmth of your cheeks,
Hear your laboured breath
as inhibition is cast off
as easily as
our clothes in the corner.