Poetry

(in answer to T.T. Cloete)
 
When lips, tongues and mouths feast on each other,
when arms surround each other in an embrace,
when blood bubbles and we do have just one thought
and when we both with a insatiable hunger
experience something much greater than just lust,
 
when to become a part of each other,
becomes overwhelming with a own power,
when nipples on breasts do harden, when breasts pulse,
when long legs open wide,
 
when we do melt together, sigh and whimper
then we do bind in something much greater than just sex.
 
[Reference: “uiteindelik nag” (Finally night) by T.T. Cloete.]