The symphonies of her moans
and whispers aligned with the
fidgeting fingers and
her trembling thighs, marked red
with my palms and fingers
The hair tied, now is stranded,
messed all in front of her red
sweaty face, eyes soaked with
tears, lips trembling, tongue bit,
shutting off her eyes, tears oozing
Her soft skin smelt like
flora from an exotic forest
She knows she's a masochist and
she wraps herself with a human
blanket trying to warm her
cold soul.
Good one.!