Sensuality Instinctive

How sensuous a maid can be

Realized I on kissing her forehead in blossom

Her body trembled vigorously

Grasped me to hold tight close to her bosom

Her cheeks rubbing on mine

Desired she chewing her petals rosy

With my lips thirsty for long yet cozy.

As she put around my neck her silken arms

Pulling my head close to her charms

I held her with one arm on her shoulder

Another on her butts to pull her closer

Her soles rode on my feet

Literally she hung on my neck

Lips travelling lips to cheeks to eyes so rich

Downward to neck to touch the sensitive switch

The touch played miracle on her mind

Undressing me for reaching her whole find

Helped her to slid down her thin robe

Puffy balls rubbed my chest

Highly desirous for quenching the quest

Things went out of control in ecstasy galore

Fell we in each other's arms on the floor

Kisses wild, thighs rubbed, feet touched

Happenings went with no plan

Came the ultimate moment with a cry

Bodies burst with each other's role

Falling like a wounded bird in the pool

Created from our bodies and souls

  

Thus, a casual touch of lips on the forehead

Lead us to the whole set of action

Bodies sweating needing no sanction

None taught us this lesson distinctive

Still happened for being instinctive

Proving that what we know of our soul

Is only a fraction of our knowledge whole