You lay on me, driving your hand underneath.
When I felt the hard feeling, my larynx grew wider
Loosen up my collar, let me suck and breathe.
the fragrance of your hidden love was the color
that I left love bites all over your body in maroon.
Your hands took me heaven through the hell
And I finally tore what you had worn as i kiss
No dress looks the best in you; your body alone.
And we sailed over the shapes of each other,
Sixty nine wasn't the best number, but your eyes.
They were awkwardly looking at my shaft,
The bed was the only crime scene that felt nice.
Then I held your hands crossed against the bed,
Until they blushed in witty innocence.
My veins could be seen even in your favourite spot, that you'd looked for the pearl white shower;
It was driving you crazy seeing my smooth physique and the glamourous wild hair underneath.
Oh do it, please! Oh do it, please!
I pushed it inside you and that one moment
You wished I would do it again more deeper,
moaning would always keep it remain harder
only in your body, for your love, for our night,
embracing over each other's sweats
your sweaty breasts on my face,
and my hands over your wine glass waist.
You were the angel that had this devil
in a so-called heavenly pace
It was the art that every artist
would hesitate to paint.

© H.