Head over heels,moulds the mixture of heat,
and spice,a scent of sin is filling the air,
the fires of passion,are burning the young
body.
The heat of summer wants to mate with the
freshness of spring,sweaty,smokey aromas,
and darkness lit with hunger of innocent
eyes,brighten in pitch black,flesh is
melting upon each other,mixing violently,
fearing a damn of a curse,turning the whole
world into a whirling ocean.
A wicked stare swallows me,smears me with joy,
and softness,then let me fly beyond the clouds,
tares my layers of silk ,runs its satanic fingers
through my hair,over my thirsty for fresh youth
figure.
I relent,then i accept,i surrender for the orgasmic
sins,tell i melt with pleasure,over beds of lavender.
On summer days,when a breeze brushes against my skin
i yearn for the sweet breath,then solemnly i retire
for the night,hoping i will keep dreaming.


 
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