The art of Love Making

On my chest I carry two worlds

One love - one heart - one soul unfurls

As I undress, my loops shadow over

My shoulders, breasts, chest they hover

I am hungry and thirsty to embrace you aligned

My eyes glittered as you held me entwined

My lips searched for yours, firm and strong

Your fingers stroke me, and you never went wrong

Your warmth, your heat, your heart sheathed upon

I breathed out high, I was aroused, and my nerves were on

You caressed my supple skin, its dark tone delight

Your eyes pierced mine, you held my neck tight

You kissed me deep, inside, within, through out

I was into the trans, with pleasure and pout

You touched my curves, you curved my shapes

The brown became dark, like the colour of grapes

Your strong chest bruised and hairy cheeks too

Agonised adoration and affection grew

I scratched your neck; I scratched your back,

My claws clasped you, railing on the tracks

Your arms swelled up, my bust too did

We sweat in pleasure, the pain was sweet

We couldn’t resist anymore, the clock ticked lone,

You made love through, I started to moan.

And born was love, our fighting love,

You better stay beside, better be my half.