Her anger is frustration
She fights to state her passion
And with passing arguments we become one
I sense her need, and savor her want
embracing the fullness of her body
staring deep inside her spirit
I trace the softness of her curves
feeling the skins texture as it pulses
heat rising like flames of inferno
she is my calypso, and I her true love
our bed is the sea, as we make currents move
grinding in the idea of two becoming one
waves clashing, to make peace
as she falls into me deeply
her kiss drives our passion deep
grabbing harder, as she stares into me
thrashing, clawing, not running, but standing
ready to explode, and bring calm to the storm
we settle, still stuck in our ecstacy
caressing the beauty she has given to me
I seal our bond with a kiss
and hope for another beautiful night like this.