The bed was burning in
our passion of love.
as the python holds the
sandalwood, my body was
holding yours.
the lemon of yours, i was
pressing with my hands
passionately.
my lips was feeling the
molten lava of your lips.
when you touch me, i could
feel the rock inside me.
your warm breath and
your musk was all that i
could feel.
even the time seems to
stops on
seeing us with our love.
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