Poetries on the Skin

You asked me while playing with Your hair,

Is it going to be poison or elixir,

Feeling the stretch marks I pinched Your waist,

You understood as Your heart heat paced.

I pulled Your hair and gently gave Your neck a kiss,

Your neck perfectly arched , I took a bite and your eyes rolled in bliss,

I grabbed You by the hip and pulled You close,

The chest and the bust got squeezed, and you were aroused.

My fingers wanted to be in heaven,

I Gently placed them between Your thighs,

You went into a state of asphyxiation,

And the Temperature started to rise.

Your thigh was an empty canvas,

I painted it with the colors of My fingernail,

You were a bit nervous and anxious.

When I slowly spread Your modesty veil.

With each thrust I struck a note in Your heart,

Your moans, as melodious as the composition of Mozart,

The thrust and Our breaths became one as We plunged deep within,

Experiencing euphoria, We write poetries on Our skin