Making Love

 Making love with her,

Is like a nectar,

She loses herself when I move my covetous fingers,

Between her soft pillars.


Her fragrant breath can I feel,

Her firm embrace seems to suffocate, to kill!

I feel that the world is right there,

Between me and her!


When the sugary storm is gone,

I feel like being reborn!

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