I’d rather cuddle

by joetwo

We could make love
Reach the heights of pleasure
Melt in each other’s bodies
Send our senses to the screaming limits of passion
But I would rather cuddle
Arm in arm
Basking in the warmth of each other
Hand caressing arm
Words softly spoken
Random wayward kisses
The peace of sleep almost come
Exactly where I want to be
Not in the carnal passion of a quick tryst
But the tender embrace
The sweetest moment
From wence love’s bond flowers