the heavy scent
of lust
plays
like motes of dust
in the humid air
of a rainy morning
spent tangled
nude in bed
his hands
hunger
for the smooth feel
of warm flesh
as her gentle breathing
resonates
with his heartbeat

outside
the world continues
to spin
with the fierce
locomotion
of angry need
while in the cocoon
of blanket and pillow
with fiery passion
needy mouth
every inch
of her
fills the whorls
of fingerprints
that seek more
of her private beauty

words cannot hope
to explain
the primal sense
of belonging
inherent
in her every cell
the virulent infection
like a fever
that washes through
changing
becoming
the futile need
to blend
spiral strands
until the two
become one
in a heaving
completion
of hearts united