Pangs Of An Unfulfilled Ardor

 A dreamy, dreamy night, windy to the heart's delight,

Filled with sparkling stars and flooded by the moonlight.

A damsel sits alone, cusping her rosy face with her delicate weary palms,

Up she looks and sighs in silence at nature's charms.

Slowly shuts her hazel eyes and falls asleep,

Into a world of dreams, enchanting and deep.

Soon a passionate fire kindles within,

And she longs for her beau to commit the holy sin.

Her dry parched lips desirous to get drenched by her beloved caresses,

So she slowly entices and entangles him by her capacious lustry tresses.

She embraces him fervently with her silky soft arms,

Then kisses softly his staunch brown back with the fingers of her palms.

He kisses the arch of her eyebrows and smothers her face with his,

Then whispers in her ears the words of eternal bliss.

Her icy white breasts firm and round, rub against his broad fiery chest,

And they look into each others' smiling eyes to start the final quest.

So her slender back he held firmly with his macho arms,

Then slowly spreads her arms and presses them with his palms.

He kneads fondly her delicate navel n her voluptuous bosom,

And digs deep and fast into her narrow chasm.

She perspires in her crevices and clings him tightly,

And he comes out of the lotus-shaped cavern a little slowly and slightly.

The sweet pain of love and the rhythm of their moves,

Makes her happily moan and him to repeatedly groove.

Their steamy breaths and their burning bods

Keep the flames of passion alive.

And into an ocean of devouring seduction deep, deep they dive.