The fingers I hold

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.

Hold the breath

the fingers slinking the skin,
lips and hips crushing against each,
the soft pillow of your chest,
making me into the mood of dizziness,
we let fall in each other’s hand,
the hearts are in hurry unto,
making a single body.

An adventure over the couch

Fingers prowling over the skin,
Place of pleasure underneath,
Every layer of cotton thread,

Eyes revelling hips and curves,
Nails unveils the hidden secrets,
Playing the guitar of your spine,

Sniffing your smelling pours,
Nose at its height of erection,
Sharing breathe in lips,

Force of action in progress,
Palms rubbing in blush,
United as a single soul.