As she moves closer,
The smell of her perfume dances with the air around me.
My body, burning red, lusts to feel her warmth.
We will become one.
Like an excavator, she digs deeper and deeper into arches of my back.
No grip can save her from the explosion of ecstacy incessantly entering her body.
This is cloud nine.
Violent, she rips my shirt,
while small amounts of blood fill the crevices of the love wounds.
A small permanent remembrance of tonight...
The rhythm increases as she gasps for heir, hoping to inherit the treasure.
Unsheathed, we were one, yet will make another.
Breathe...
