It all started with a soft kiss
and the feeling of utmost bliss.
With him, nothing did she want to miss.
When in love, that much does suffice.
From her toes till her head,
she was draped in pure red,
Two hungry souls lay on the bed,
waiting to experience love unsaid.
In the night as peaceful as a dove,
her trembling lips mad with love;
Words inside her throat she shoved
as he smiled and came from above.
He kissed her lips as they parted;
His tongue, to meet hers, swiftly darted;
Her hands, which kept her body guarded;
He stretched them out as it all started.
He became more passionate and wild;
Her resistance became even so mild;
To her phone of pleasure, he had dialed
the correct number, so he smiled.
Their clothes were covered in sweat;
So the two got naked and met
each other on that squeaky bed.
He was scorching and she was wet.
One gentle push, one perfect stroke;
One barrier they beautifully broke.
No witness to their fire without a smoke;
When in love, they began to soak.
One more and two more and three,
they continued their lovely spree.
For the first time, she felt so free;
In his eyes, she was all that she could see.
Like tree leaves falling in autumn,
he shed his tears squeezing from the bottom.
Fears they had lots but they fought some;
“I love you!” then both hummed.
“Babe, did we make a mistake here?”
She asked. He pulled her very near
and whispered into her right ear,
“We didn’t make a mistake; we made love, my dear!”
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