Fire and Water

We shouldn't be doing it, she pleaded.
But he wasn't listening
For he was raging.

Whisking her to the bed, he ripped her layers.
And took her, by the edge of the bed.
Stifling her mouth,
He plundered without any foreplay.

He was on fire
And it was her water
That gave him the ultimate pleasure.
He was swimming,
So was she.
I love you baby, she managed to whisper.

Merging her boobs, she offered.
He took each of them in feverish fervour

For it was only her
And her sinuous waters
Which could extinguish histhirst.