He a savage, ate her by the lines
Moved up, sly and slimy,
got down like lightening,
She was spread,
Her pulse reflected her fret,
Her shackles were down,with a groan, a moan and his frown,
She kept a view of the ravenous him,
the waves that shook her foundation, had a chiseled chin,
The tides went high,hitting harder and deep with no respite
Soon she lost space and time,
her conscience mellowed with the taste of malted wine- left on her tender lips just before his head went south of her ribs, and came to life, her senses numb,
a feeling so good, almost a crime.
singhjigar 