The Woman With Golden Breasts

The moon is shining brightly on your face,
And queerly you are glowing in spite of all the darkness,
I set forth to be natural,
And am pulling at the strings of your dress.
And am left dazzled,to find
You are the woman with GOLDEN BREASTS !
 
They are shining bright, fading all the darkness
of my life.
I am taking the black tip of your chest
between my lips,
I am sucking them like a thirsty bee
Who sucks nectar from the rose.
And my fingers bled as I am
feeling the thorns between your legs !
They are going deep inside
Like a fountain that jumps to unknown depths,
But my lips couldn't taste the blood,
For they are sucking
The woman with GOLDEN BREASTS....
 
I am drinking out all the griefs from our heart,
And at the same time,quenching my thirst.
Your moans of pleasure is sounding like hymns from Apollo's cords.
 
I can feel I am getting stiffer,
So I went inside the 'Craving Cave',
So I could feel whats inside your heart  
And smell the colour of red.
 
The warmth of your body is bringing out
The buried desires and pains,
And I am heaving up and down
Waiting.....
 
Finally ,the volcano erupted inside you
Flowing you with white,yet hot, lava,
That, for very long, did rest.
 
But still my lips are clinging to you
You queen of spicy, sour, and sweet taste!
The woman with GOLDEN BREASTS !