Knuckle Cracking Nights Poem by Harish Mudaliar

When her candy lips pressed on lips of mine
And my tender flesh crushed under her snowy teeth
Quickly sprang the blood of rose-red wine
My frozen lips lies lifeless underneath
With every inhale her odor scorched my lungs
Her whispers oscillates high and low
Her saliva slipped into my mouth and melted on my tongue
Every touch excites and pumps up the adrenalin flow
My trembling hands caressed her bare breast
Felt the pores of her velvet skin being opened up
Her feather weight body felt heavy on my chest
And my tired tissues struggled for a deprived gulp
She clasped my arms and buried her razor sharp nails
I pressed my face on her bosoms and curled up to her chin
Her artisan hands left violet bruises as memento of our sensual tale
Our intertwined bodies fought and who cares who lose or who win