On the countertop
Otherwordly leaning back
With twisted hips
And the dark blue bra
way too tight on you
Gleaming, pale, perfect skin
An old, rustic apartment
This crooked posture,
means a world to me,
throws me on my knees.
Each of covered curves
- they swell with fragrant.
This stale picture of you
is soo lively.
When I lay my hands
on your fruitful thighs
- succumb.
We will fill this room
with a sweet sweet sweat.
It’s soo cold outside,
but here
a hot, hot bodies burst