Both touches each other’s face with tenderness
Those big muscles draws other one close
A meet of lips, commoves them deep
Tongues begin passion’s war, pigment gloss
Starring into each other’s eyes,
Glistening bodies in a dark room
Unreeled now, bare and pure
All is gasp of ecstasy, rest is toom.
Forgotten now, the outside world
They meet in passionate need
Wondrously delightless bodies
Desperately ready to feed
Unbuckling of belts, stripping of jeans
Legs wrapped tight around a waist
Actions done with all pace
And then a moment of rest.
Departs with a kiss on phallus
And a lock of lips
One left with a cup aside
To feel and drink in sips.
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