Private Cinema of Two
Beneath your dress is a castle where all men wish to enter,
I'm more than just a tourist who'll spark up your stairs with golden tiles
and cover its floors with smooth terrazzo.
The erotic barriers of your colourful underwear steam up curiosity when pulled out.
Our hunger seem isolated but releases burning instincts out of a long quarantine
as mood steadily transit into the private zone like melting butter.
My sexual craft, so bad for goodness to envy
will develop a hundred senses for yearnings to gradually diffuse round.
We will ride like a ship without Anchor and a vehicle without brake
yet, never directionless
then both souls will gum into one
as they maneuver through a tight corridor with lips on lips.
Love is made so powerful from this wonderful art
which stains an entire ocean red,
time explodes from the flames coming from two sources,
as flesh meets flesh to form the highest faculty of pleasure.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2018
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