Black on black
The ecstasy built up like a dynasty
Our greedy breaths spoke for the lust in-between
He cupped my breast and gently sucked them
The pleasure that ran through my nerves skipped like they were playing scotch
His hands trailed my face like a baby's first step reckless, scared and proud
Our eyes locked and I knew if asked I'd plead to stay in the trance for 27 years like Mandela and never loose the passion
His lips brushed mine as he entered me
My heart beat like an old engine after each deep stroke, the tease hopeful
The gears switched to a Maserati VS a Bugatti
Fire on fire
My nails dug his back as he observed my face after each moan
I felt godly under his stare
We reached the finish line with generous spilled fuel
The moans and gasps came to a standstill
As the panting continued
The love we were painting surpassed Mona Lisa in beauty
Not even Mount Everest could reach our high
