Paid in Full

"Wait," you say, while I started to pull down your shorts, "I want to touch you first."

your lips pressed between mine and hips to hips as your fingers tips trace my collar bone,

you travel from shoulder to shoulder and down admist seas,

I never understood these body parts could feel so sensual,

I didn't understand sex was the price of a mans love not something to be enjoyed but paid in full,

never knew that sex could feel like fire pressed between lips and hips,

or kisses could feel like breath,

I didn't know that sex wasn't a sign of love,

without intimacy