Making Love

His fingertips stroked my lips softly,

As he poured life onto me

I gasped at the sudden coolness and

Embraced the warm sunlight

Shining on my bare back

I moaned as his liquid flowed down,

Letting me absorb it in,

Once again,

Giving me vitality

I smiled in ecstasy,

Thinking that,

I was loved and would never be alone,

Even though,

I was encased in this small house

And nothing,

At that moment,

Would ever convince me,

That being a house plant could ever be dull.