He is a poem
That can’t be written on paper
For he is a song
His heartbeat is the
The music beneath
Her reverberating heart
It’s her favorite melody
She knows all the words
She plays it over and over
It soothes her soul
And quiets her mind
He whispers
“Give me every bit of you,
and tell me how you need it.
How you hunger for my taste.
and I shall ravage your soul”.
Her body quivers
and goosebumps dance
as his music
washes over her form.
The maestoso sound
demands her willing submission
Head bowed, her orgasm building
Pulse racing
Pleasure abounding
Rapture awakening
Her cry piercing the night
as her raindrops
became a storm
