His poems at night......
The lines slid down her legs,
Like the fingers of an experienced hand........
Clinging to a hidden flower,
Words decorated it,
Which sounds most valuable.
And, closing his eyes in rhyme,
He kissed her nipples.
And the brakes squealed,
And made them close.
........ She read at night
About naked bodies,
And each time, barely starting to
Stop but could not.
When the moment of
Rapture takes off into the clouds,
Magical pages of books
Caressed the female hand........
And it all ended many times!
In a new way! Even stronger!........
The fire was humbled, but not extinguished.
And the book remained with her!