Breeze caress the nerves,
Blood flows thro’ a happy pain,
Beats are high in feel,
while manliness enters the pleasure of heaven,
she squirting the drops of pearl,
while eyes are closed in dreams.
Every evening becomes Eve’s night,
We shed our sheaths under the bed,
We direct the game of love,
We play it right with no guidance,
There is no rules,
No commands to rule us,
We make the pearl drops to flow,
Free below thighs,
We suck the honey out of tongue,
Until the dawn of Adam’s night.
Little fingers I hold on my hand,
lifted my dying soul from the abyss,
Little eyes I adore to gaze,
awoken the sleeping senses to life,
Little gauzy lips of your mouth,
shocked those sensitive parts of me,
Little legs those danced the floor,
pranced on my heels and ankles,
Little tongue that you out now and then,
caressed my heart till lust last forever,
Little brows those tickled those ears,
you let it continue again now,
Till I hold those little fingers,
until we walk the way to the tomb.
She pleads the sun to stop rising in East,
And she pierces her fingers in my thighs,
To stay cuddled till the dusk in West,
Sun raised not in the sky,
But made me aroused high,
I hold the honeypot,
till she unleashes beads of honey,
We then play it around the bush,
Uttering the hushes of big ‘O’.
Inches of scratches underneath
Of loin skin and the ache,
Shows me your human appetite.
Four lips become three,
Line of curvature in the middle,
Your lip, the last line.