Loving Sex

We’re *making* more with our simple two hearts and limbs together than the letters of “ *love* ” could ever hope to express

Within our sweaty shouts *is* an implied trust a connection *just* formed in this moment of shared flesh and soul

And yet we are *having* sharing an experience that so many others have had before

*Sex* can be just a movement of hips and lips and tongue *with* no connection whatsoever *a* convoluted form of exercise but we share a *smile* as we race towards our end *and* feel *a* pounding beat of the *heart* we once knew growing in a chest too *full* to beat alone or out *of* sync with the one resting right beside

We’ve found where perfection *lies* on sweat stained sheets filled with an exhausted embrace and warmed only by bare skin