Their intimacy was the time each night
When he held her, and she held him.
The day’s matters were put aside
All that mattered was them.
Her physical self excited him,
Her spiritual self uplifted him.
Some nights it was just about being there
Some nights their intimacy flooded over them
With their physical selves embracing each other.
More often it was about knowing
The magic each provided the other
The touch that excited and soothed
The words sometimes uttered of love and affection.
It was always about being in the moment
Of knowing it was him taking her
Or her taking him,
Always with respect and mutual longing
In expectation that tomorrow they would do it again.