Fulfilled

In the deep fog, where secret must die,
I saw her, no words, pronounced,
our bodies said, what our lips wouldn't there to tell,
finally WE decided to met and be found.

shou, shouuuuuu, the sound of a train in me,
skin to skin, whispered plea,
drunk in passion , wild and free,
Every touch, a flame anew,
Our desires, fierce, burning through.

she moaned, she gasped, she is sored,
trusting she let me go, she deep implored,
sweat crawling down, the sun, oh, the morning dew,
In that heat, we both withdrew.

Her legs, lifted high, above the table’s edge,
In that moment, we danced on love’s sharp ledge.
she looked at me, deep in my eyes,
Her form arched, with a graceful thighs,
A perfect balance of passion in between, what a vibe.

But then the storm began to wane,
Exhaustion claimed her, in love’s refrain.
Her form, draped over, soft and spent,
A sculpture of desire, in perfect lament.

I watched her, bathed in pale moon’s light,
Her breath, a soft echo in the night.
And as she lay, in peaceful grace,
I slipped away, leaving no trace.

Her legs, still poised, in tender repose,
Above the table, where our passion froze.
I left her, a masterpiece in time,
My silent departure, the end of our rhyme.

R.Sena