Gently as a breeze
Her face brushes mine 
As she looks to me while she rises and falls
In a union of flesh and desires
She a hungry soul
Unaware of what a gentle caress is
And I hungry as a wolf smelling her desires
She holds on to me as she lets her hair down
As it brushes my face she exhales
And then her lips come closer to mine
Meet mine, brushing along
Making the moment melt into chaos
Yet an order of mortal summon
She a being of gentleness and cravings
I a being akin to a singularity
As her soul feeds mine
She asks
"Could this be love'
I hold her gentle face , running my hands over her tracing her hair, speak
This could be better
This could be our hunger meeting midway