Making love

Eating her mouth
as he was dying for the bite.

She felt dizziness
through her womb,
craving for more.

Their lips in fusion,
saliva and tongues
embracing strong.

His hand scouting
her mountains and valleys.

Her breath in search
for some air to grab,
and holding him strong
never to loose his rock.

And climbing the wave
together embraced
up up and he smiles
“take my hand, hold me tight”.

They’re so high
she’s screaming loud
and laughs with tears come by,

he grits his teeth
to reach the top
and kissing her hot

he takes her down
in a free  loving fall.

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