Until the Next Round
When she looked at him,
She knows it is not just the room that is hot,
But her whole body is in heat.
He slowly undressed her,
His eyes penetrated her soul.
Teasing her body,
Filling her with hunger and desires.
How could such a Greek god
Choose her over all the beautiful women?
Blows still her mind.
His touch is gentle but also strong,
When he pulled her by her hair backward,
Passionately kiss her, all resistance crumbles.
Cooling her body with his breath.
How could she not want more?
She begs him, with her moans.
Pleads to him not to stop.
She is dying inside for his touch.
Her hunger takes over,
She wants him to fill her up,
Gives her everything he got.
Taking her on the Ferris wheel,
Where she wants to stay on top.
High on adrenaline and testosterone,
Until they both cry out,
From passion and exhaustion.
Collapse down to earth.
Cuddling,
Resting,
Until the next round.
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