Gasping.
Clawing at the air with straining hands.

Panting.
Air quickly escaping her lungs,
As she feels a passion without words.

Caress.
Feeling smooth,
And sweaty skin under the palm of your hand.
Tracing every curve.

In her last cry out she finds ecstasy.
Spiraling downward,
She feels herself fall,
Back into your arms.

Then she looks up,
Sees herself in your eyes.
Knows that with that reflection,
She is all you think about.

Sweet and tender kisses,
Become jewels on her skin.
And you taste the wine on her lips.

Love,
Personified.