My Lasting Minutes

The prelude begins, a whisper so light, 
A melody tracing your valleys in the night.
The strings hum softly, pure and serene,
In the depths of desire,
where we convene.

Then the guitar roars, a symphony of flame, 
Over the hills of your breasts, wild with acclaim.
Your pearls sing a tune, so elegant, so bright, 
As my fingers dance, in a prelude of delight.

Our instruments meet in a fiery duet,
A wild rhythm, a sacred pirouette.
Your heartbeat, a chord so deep, so warm,
We grasp and glide, in a storm, so firm, so calm.

The rhythm races, a crescendo of bliss, 
Clinging, pulling, the tempo quickens to a kiss.
The melody soars, a symphony of flesh, 
In harmony, our bodies clash and mesh.

The climax comes, a forte of sensation, 
Till it overflows in ecstasy's elation.
A final note, filled with emotion and grace,
Flowing thick with love's fulfilling embrace.