I Welcome her fragrance inside my bowels . . .
Her crimped hair tickles my face like tiny million fairies being born and dead in the roughness of my bones . . .
I leane close to the surface of her skin
My breath against her ear
My cock against her sacral curve and legs around her thighs exalting the lust lying beneath . . .
Her Hands reach the back of my neck
Her bosom opens a little wider
I see the roundness of Her protruding nipples colliding against her satin dress . . .
Like a chameleon, the color of her lips unites the color of my Blood.