Her never-ending concupiscence
Probing through the pores
Making ways from the sleek ferns
Melting on his sharp sturdy thorn
Trapped in her ophiomormous skin
Wanting to be peeled off
by his anodyne finger brim.
Feral, she turns into
When his ambrosial aroma
touches her muslin
To the Man of her dreams,
She held so long inside
her happy screams
She waited so long to water her
land so barren,
To lend him a hand and
to take it to her harem.
Natant her desires,
inclined acrasia
She roams around his azure ocean
To pleach his machismo
Into porphyrous threads of croatia.
Slavering all over his bricks of love
She flooded his body with
meanders and curves,
Fondling his deep flowing nerves,
She spewed her boundaries of lust
that were kept till now, preserved...














