A moment

The room was small; There was street graffiti on the wall And a bed next to it; They were both on the bed And he was on the top of her; To her, It was peculiar with this boy, She couldn’t stop gazing, At the face expressions he had. In the face as he was making his way into her; She knew, She would remember this moment; His facial expression was dear; It was as if the waves were splashing, One by one, against the shore And made white foam; His young face was in bliss, In torment, In joy, In ecstasy; He was stuck in and was suffering, flying;