I saw her.

She asks why is my hair dishevelled today

She forgot, we met last night 

Under the starry skies

I saw her

Not from her eyes

Betwixt her creamy thighs

My head locked

Lips exploring...

As I lifted, to see her expression

Partially blocked, by her milky bosom

She was blissfully disoriented

Her heart throbbing in my mouth

Digging her nails to my flesh

She moaned my name

I knew, she was on the verge

I gulped her musky essence

Leaving no trace

She clinged to me 

As if there was no tomorrow

Fatigued, I slept with her

In our fantasies

Yet she asks

Why do I look dishevelled today.

©LR