She held on
her fragile hands gripping
piercing in to his masculine flesh
as their tongues exchanged ideas
in sweet communication
their mouths became one
as they fought to breathe
the air around them had been consumed
by the strong winds of passion.

He touched her,
and her virgin skin
bathed herself in the waves of his gentelness
and her heart raced within
causing her thoughts to sink her deeper
into sweet anticipation,

He was her commander in chief.

He held her, her smooth frame
brushing against his thighs
as he prepared her for the feast.

His neck became an anchor
as her hands held on
and in an unusual style
he sat her upon his heated altar
as he consumed the perfect sacrifice.

She cried out
as feelings of hurt and pleasure
waltzed accross the floor of her being
as she stared at him with trusting eyes
as he in gentle rythmn began to dance
and their love making
slowly became
a mating ritual of two souls.