To light up the passion smelling sandals.
She kindled a plethora of scented candles.
He brought lust and tenders.
She anticipated pleasurable senders.
Of eyes nodding to undressing and braves.
To slipping of garments like slaves .
Commanded by fire.
Love impersonating ire.
His head between her legs.
Wrapped like a gift with megs.
Like a harp played by the tongue.
She swayed on its tunes , sung.
Songs of love and desire , tick!
Insatiable swirling of the wishing stick.
Heading towards gratification.
She abets early incarceration.
Now resonance of mesmerising sounds.
Raw and uncut like two hounds.
Only death can do them apart.
The sweat and friction , an immiscible art.
