A freezing winter night,
Where the snow had blocked the windows,
with a cigarette in betwixt her shivering fingers
His hands from behind came like apricity,
Tickling her waistline stiff and slow,
she just wanted to get carried away by the flow.
His lips soothed veins on her neck,
This mechanism was more then a peck.
Biting her ears,
His hands explored her curves,
The tattoo over there still reminisces the werewolf,
His tongue teased her love hole,
Thrust for the nectar was its only goal.
It was high-time,
she took the moment in her hands,
Making the love sixty-nine.
Now the moment demanded more love to be served,
The love shaft slowly opened her lower lips,
In & Out repeated with velocity getting higher.
Echoes in the room, As
She moaned in pleasure.
She came but he kept stroking her from behind,
Going into her perfectly chiselled bottom.
The pleasure was immense,
The sex god marked his presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem