A moment of weakness,
a gentle moan,
the pains and pleasures,
The hands touch the curves,
the waistline shivers as the bareness widens...
The lips graze along the jawline,
biting and curving each mole,
marking red colors on the canvas,
An arched back,
a pleasure breath,
skins slap while bulges grow deep...
the bosoms unfold,
the cherries redden,
the aura of ecstasy bloom,
a smell of infuriated desire fills the misty night
as the taste of warm caverns deepen...