M.A.ry...

In the still of the night
Her arms holding me so tight
Her skin sliding mine
Her eyes stared like the stars shine

Her mouth swallowed
The tongue followed
Her wet lips I taste
My hands on her face

She leaked and bit my neck
With thousands of petty pecks
Her hands grabbed my chest
Her temptation was more than a test

She held my delicate means
Interleave in her frail flower
We danced with formidable grace
Passion, fervour, adoration was our shower

We lounged on our backs
On my shoulder she rested
Closed our eyes with beams
I cry... Damn I’ve been molested....