It is

Its that drip of sweat that's stuck on his neck slowly making its way down to the bed My head lays calmly relaxed But my mind is in a wind and a fuss Am I doing enough? Should I touch? that first bit of pressure against the skin is bitter the five second thoughts of regret But the next seconds you decide to bare the pressure pushes through its not him and you Its no longer two Its one You're whole That pressure in your mind turns to passion The passion is pleasure and bliss It is incomprehensible baffling enigmatic indescribable mystifying peculiar Its Sex.