Come Closer

Come closer...
I need a session to make a mess in your essence,
Sin in the blessings,
Learn a few lessons about beauty after your undressing.
Your body is known to make an impression...
But now that I'm up against it and pressing,
Inhibitions lessen, along with physical discretion.
Supple, subtle curves...
Causing a gentle aggression.
Desiring to love every bit of you,
But to do so inch-by-inch, section-by-section.
The erection is just a manifestation of my intended direction.
You're going home tonight...back to Venus,
To that climax so high that it escapes detection.
It's clear that you were the right selection;
Nothing about these moments needs correction.
Perfection eases over us like the beautiful darkness of the night sky.
Making out with all types of digression...
Hands in search of answers to metaphysical questions.
Touching and feeling as our souls ask if there is a ceiling,
Any limit to how we're playing the cards our instincts are dealing,
Any foreseeable end to our sensual procession.
Lost in the progression...
Vertical bodies now horizontal hotly,
Convulsing to keep in pleased confessions,
As I perform various forms of physical introspection.
Deep interjections to deepen the connections.
No repression or suppression of our sexuality tonight,
Culture's obsession with sexual oppression left with the sunlight.
Under the cover of the stars, the grace of the moon,
We claim the night as our possession.
Making love like it's our profession,
Living in the beauty of expression.
Love: no questions, no concessions.
Just come closer...

-A. Lewis