Pores open all over her skin,
Seeking the passion he is willing to give,
Searching, exploring, the softest touch
Feels like a fire is consuming her heart.
Her ponytail is getting undone,
Long golden locks are falling around
The pillow as she holds in
The voice with which she's not willing to sing.
A caress here, a tender touch there,
And she is struggling not to cry out his name.
She forces her eyes shut in the dark,
Changing nothing but the intensified spark.
It roams her body,
Seeking a way out.
Only to be trapped and unwilling to part
With her wreathing limbs and heaved breaths.
Merging together into a crazed mess.
She clutches the sheets around her at once,
Calling for him to seek her out
And leave burning kisses on her puffy lips.
Their clothes scattered all over the room,
Cleaning will commence
Once she is back from the Moon
And is able to move.
When fireworks died,
She let out a hiss,
All she wanted was
A damned kiss!
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P-P-P-Poetry
PoetryMy amateur attempts at writing poetry. Don't expect too much, as this is as silly as it can be. Some though, may end up having deep meaning.
