When he kisses her, storms rise beneath her skin. For she is the ocean, and he, her moon.
I crave the sensuality of two bodies becoming one. All through the night until the rising of the sun Sweet smell of passion filtering the air. Laying together naked, skin cold and bare Ravishing each other with a shower of love. A love so everlasting and pure, white as a dove. The air is sweet , chills down my spine I desire your touch your lips against mine.