Nights are warm

Nights she laid beside me,
Heated the nerves and blood,
Breathe exhausted like burnt gasoline,
She scintillated the rhythm,
When her boobs caressed the skin,

I have not left alone any place,
On my body, her tongues glistened –
Like a snow dew falling a tip of leave.
She moved her fingers and it’s
Showing me a melancholy played in nerves.

I laid like a bridge over a stream,
She flows like a water underneath,
Prick of pleasure ploughing her cherry,
Before seeding her desire,
We are breaking the bed.