She walks in my room like the night before. Her hands as heavenly as before. Her lips sweet like candy. Softness that consumed me breathless. I toss and turn. Thinking she was done. But she only wished to adore me slowly. Achly. I surrender. To the rhythm of speed and steady. Slurping like she was insatiable. And I was the wine she loved. Her fingertips had my whole world. Till something growled in me. I took her in my arms. Cuffed her but was gentle. I spelled love with my tongue on her inner thighs. As if a nightmare I heard her sultry echoes and in my mind it was sweet like music. Butterflies and fireflies ate at the ideal of her and me rolling like thunder. Lightning at our fingertips. As she rode like a rodeo. A hammer that didn't say die. Just a maiden to the grind. Her tank top strap dangled idly. As she bounced. Ecstasy in her voice. As she clinged tight. After collapsing kissing me again and again. I love you. Just repeatedly on her lipstick sore lips.