When I open my legs,
Does he think about the intimate act
Of two people becoming one?
Exposing myself beneath him, willfully

He asserts himself
With his caring gaze
Dark eyes
Craving touch
Yearning for skin-to-skin contact

When I exhale
And close my eyes,
He enters me
And my body sinks further into the bed
Unable to hold myself together
He’s right there
Guiding us, leading

I cannot restrain or block him
When I abandon rationality
And feel the tingling sensation
All over my body

I open my legs wider
The climax is not singular
For we are joined together
I receive and hold him
The feminine and masculine at peace

Now, it’s not personal anymore.