His hands moved on my waist,
painting sculptures of immortal zeal all around my belly.
I touched him just then
And, I knew he’d twitch.
A little pause,then he went on drawing little marks of love effortlessly on my bare back.
The ignition of two naked bodies lighted up the room.
I could see his eyes pleading for more though running out of breath.
With each breath he took, I inhaled musk like in valleys around streams.
What begin, as whole pleasure of joy?
Moans turned into screams of a bird, caught but wants to fly.
Thereby climax of rapture took place with a leap, And he loved me off to sleep