Without Love.

We kissed roughly,

tongues probing.

Our hands searching,

pawing, clawing, tearing.

An hour before, unknown,

and now, in union

of naked, sweating flesh;

our lust is celebrated.

Thrusting deeply, she sighs,

she clutches, she gasps.

As my pleasure rises,

i can no longer hold back,

and at the pinnacle of desire

i see in her eyes

Nothing.