All else cease to exist.
Time flys but were in the moment forever.
The era is forgotten as we lay content.
Content with one's self, content with each other.
Hands loosely flowing over, I don't mind, were alone.
My nose pressed to your chest, the aroma of you, so sweet.
Our lips running wild on one another's face,
your's touching my brow, cheek, then to my neck.
A slight diffident instant while at my collar.
I send it away and clasp to you.
Legs twined with yours, fingers pressed to your torso.
That moment to soon passed.
Moment of sincere embrace, said by others as naive lust.
But if lust I've never wanted it for so long.
If naive, then I won't care to stay youthful.