Making love with you

When we are making love.
It is like sand through an hour
glass a feather drifting slowly
to its unknown destination,
a fluffy whitz cloud floating
pushed by the wind,a gentle breeze
upon my skin,the bright rays of the
morning sun throgh mist on the pond,
a flower kissed by dew the warmth
you send through me just by you
touching me,the sound of sound
of a rushing where it may end
making love with you is more magical
than to slide down a rainbow to catch
that falling star.I believe we will be
together soon I have faith.I can tell you
anything baby this is what I see you making love to me
one day.