Poetry

To have you
laying under me with green-brown eyes
that looks straight through me,
to be surrounded by your arms
 
and to be part of who and what you are,
to feel you move beneath me,
to feel the gasping of your breath
against my cheeks
and to pour my seed in you,
to tumble into your depths,
when the smell of a new beginning
hangs like rain around us;
 
to occupy you bit by bit
without pretence
to experience only pure passion
when your breast move up and down
causes this world to disappear
bit by bit
as if we are occupying a own kind of paradise
 
and when you lie nonchalant against me
with your eyes changing colour
to more green than brown,
then I know how intense I do love you
while I read the smile
that threatens to fold around your lips.