To passion

You blow into my ear,
And my mind is carried away,
Not so fast cause I'm near,
But with your hair I will play.

We feel each others heart beating,
And it's to our beat,
Out and away our control is fleeting,
With our passions heat.

Our toungs play a slow game of tag,
As our hands grab at one another,
And neither of us will joust or brag,
In respect for the night and for the other.

And when our lust passion is spent,
And the mornings arrive,
Its bitterness on our love will not leave a dent,
For soon the nights will come and days will die.

And we will once again will have our grace,
Once again we will be cuddle when done,
And fall asleep looking into each others face,
Once again we will be one.