That's first...

I suppose...
...twenty feet closes to two, thence zero
locked eyes loose focus, hip bones touch, quads press to bureau
cheeks slightly roll, breath heard, she inhales
right hand firmly into small, his energy impales

Sense rushes, stimuli wail, both begin to swell about
her squeeze tightens, his fingertips deeper yet, firing throughout,
breath from deep within rolls off her ear. She takes it no more
lashing out, mouth opens, ear lobe bitten...declares war

Cotton expands, doused in fluid
her husband looks on, eyes connect, brain shoots a burst
forcefully she pushes away...of course, introductions...
                                                                              ...that's first

Mesa of the Desert

Eyes Clouded...
...to an opal blue pearl hue
Sweetness to all she did imbue
Hearing gone but your vibrations she always felt
Hey they're here, her bark belt
You know way back they took this and did that...made her afraid
But her last few years...making lots of friends
They were the best, her Mom, like a beautiful serenade
Your loss is my loss, fortunate to pain so deep
Breath inside flows, life you still reap
Venture on my friend without...
                                               ...Eyes clouded