laughters and kisses after morning sex
breakfast date in a fast food chain
talking of nonsense things
staring deeply into her eyes
as she smiled sweetlyreading different books simultaneously
with nothing on but our undies
while she lies on my lap
as i tease her nipples in a circular motion
earning a moan or so in a sunny afternoonlate lunch was served by three-thirty
had our second round in between
cuddling until our third
slow dancing under the moonlight
until i have to say goodbye𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟
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Parfume: Smells of Pleasure
PoetryHer moans of pleasure is like the sweet voice of the nightingale.