A Poem About Sex

You sit there in silence,
you say actions speak louder than words,
your firm hand gliding through my hair,
while the other violently controls my concave hips.
You kiss my lips.
My finger nails abrade your youthful back,
you begin to bite my lips a little,
making my nude body brittle,
your hand caresses from my breast to my thigh
our bodies warm like the end of July.
You tantalize my body and mind.
Now you're licking my lips,
slow at first, picking up the pace.
An amorous tongue circling my lips.
You drown in my ocean
while we lay in the sand.
I grab your hand,
pinning you down to the bed.
You love to please,
I love to tease.