Love in the physical sense

Yearning, for that touch so gentle and so familiar...
It sets me on fire in a way only you know you can...
Breathing becomes heavy and laboured...
Flushed are my cheeks and my body becomes weak...

I succumb to the overwhelming desire that's within me...
There is no choice here, no decision, i'm your's...
It feels magical and my body is no longer my own...
It's taken by your power, your strength and your body...

An eternity it feels, no end is in sight...
Don't want there to be a finale, although try as I might...
The waves as they come, again and again...
Eventually crash with a flowing motion to signify the end..

Contentment and satisfaction are my emotions now...
As we lay there, together, no words, no sound...
Other than our breathing, together, as one subtle motion...
Like the tide tumbling in, like the sound of the ocean...