A poem I haven’t finished

Skin slick with determination, we greet one another in a fever of pure desire that needs no intro We can't ignore the yearning to pleasure eachother in forbidden delight that would suspend our time flow Despair and pleasure twist our tongues into chaos, magnifying our craving into uncontrolled passion We sweat without shame in oceans of love, teething amongst curves that test our reactions Lost in our carnal euphoria, we surrender our hesitance to the source of our grinning Releasing tension into comforting warmth, the fires we lite will produce a thousand nights of sinning