Entwined

Martin Amis says it's 'impossible' to write well about sex. I am trying to prove him wrong

Feel of sweat on fingertips
Loaded touch and flaming lips
He looks up and runs his fingers down her skin
He's alive

Falling to a love unchecked
A holy sign, a rose-marked neck
He looks up, to see what's burning in her eyes
She's alive

No longer just two sets of blood, bones and skin
As something incredible bursts from within
Two hearts and two minds but one body and soul,
Entwined.