43. The Passionate sin!

He looked her into the eye,

He pulled her closer by her waist

First time he saw her shy,

She coyly leaned on his chest

In his arms, he could hear her sigh.

The smell of her hair

The ineffable love in her eyes

The way she fell in his arms

In ecstasy his heart cries!

His fingers embracing her hair

His lips caressing her skin

They breathed loud n slow

She would call that moment a passionate sin,

Her tongue fought with his

breathtakingly awesome felt every kiss,

An amount of warmth they felt

With every moment, he could see her melt..

Sharp were her finger nails

On his back, they narrated tales!

With her looks she drank him in

He couldn't stop, but commit the sin...

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