it is when your lips landed on my neck
the way you grope my breasts
already brought me to heaven
making me moan
craving for more
my head in a fuzzy
giving in to pleasure
trembling of ecstasy
breathing in heroin
licking my earlobes
shivering of sensual tension
lead me to orgasm
savoring the moment
guilt forgotten
living in torment
devouring me with kisses
as i lock you up in between
for you to not stop giving me everything
YOU ARE READING
Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.
