Jack With Me

a slow kiss for every moment
you questioned if love is real
recklessly, your hands
stumble across my body
lacking finesse
and dig in to me
with a raw passion
that I hope you never refine
I am independent
to a fault
and yet, I give in
to loving with you
without a second thought
I love your sweat
and the way your hands
bring my heat
and how holding on to you
makes perfect sense
to one who tends to release
with too much ease
just the way you say my name
is love on the lips
and hips - and chest
pounding; longing
for our quiet times
pretzled and twisting
with precision