Finger Deep

They can't move in anymore, they're touching her soul

They've hit the inner wall, it's making her weep

The feeling we both is as though we've lost all control

My tongue laces her body as she looks me in the eye

That look she gives, is pleasure written on her face she begins to cry

Intimacy lies, not just with touch but with connection

Her and I together, make love, it's true perfection