My lips on your neck each time you visit.
My Nose perceiving the scent of your cologne.
My hands on your sweet smooth cheeks.
One look into your eyes,
then I lock lips with you like they were created together.
Your smooth moan arouses me to a peak.
I put my mouth in a wet place, sour yet sweet.
You press on my head, the exictement within.
The pain you feel is what we call the sweetest pain.
My Mademoiselle and Madamé of the night.
You under me makes me feel like a charming prince or a knight.
You are all that I want and all that I need.
When you moan sweet music it registers “present" In my within.
Writers: Ajir Shamimi Ruddy, Ojoma Engela Salome.
Editor: Ajir Shamimi Ruddy.