Colours of passion.

Sometimes I wonder what we would do 
If we ever meet in person

Away from the prying eyes
Just you and me.

Who will make the first move 
Or we will shy in privacy

Or we shouldn't waste a second.
Hustling on each other without any preliminaries.

Stripping each other’s façade
Caressing and being caressed
Dancing in covetous rhythm

When you initiate the rites de passage with your luxuriant kisses, 
stimulating me to respond with equating eagerness.

When your fingers encircles my breasts
Erecting my nipples for you to taste

Taste the flavor of love
To douse your unquenchable thirst.

Gradually gliding to the depths 
enquiring me with penetrating fingers

Making me desire you in mouth 
And between my legs.

When gushes my hotness copiously 
Seeking to be marinated 

I will guide you my love with open eyed
To see the colours of passion

To see your brilliance, filtering my senses
touching me as your woman.

Laying seeds of love
Beautifying us to orgasmic climax

When we both are possessed
Expecting nothing in return 
Only souls communicating at that moment.

To be embalmed as male and female

The genesis of an odyssey
Embellished with passionate colours.