Two in a Frame

Two lips locked,

All round the clock.

And two bodies meet,

Beneath the sheet.

Fingers in her tangled hair,

Two dank bodies lay bare.

He whispers over her sweaty brow,

And lets the wild desire flow.

His lips envelope her tongue,

Causes her body further to burn.

Her heavy-heaving body revolts,

To his conspiring affectionate jolts.

While his passion consumes her entirely,

She shuttles in his arms vehemently.

Warm breath of his passionate release,

Tickle her like wind to the trees.

He licks every droplet off her,

Causing her soft body to stir.

Entwined like the two lazy weeds,

Laid together, an oyster with two beads.

The shining moon would have shied away,

With his undying thirst at the bay.

Immersed in the fragrance of her hair.

He sucks the sweet loving nectar.

The sleepy sun rose too late,

As two bodies made it wait…