Ecstasy
Your chest to mine,
Your hummingbird heart beating restlessly with my own,
The contours of your soft body pressing against the hard contours of my own,
Your round chest, your opal hair a mess, your curvy hips,
They, YOU, are mine.
Your bare hips to mine,
Thrusting, twisting, and tingling with aroused comfort.
You moan my name to my chest,
"Naruto…"
"Hinata…" your name escapes my throat,
as we collapse in ecstasy.