We opened our eyes, after intimate hours of dense and silent passions had passed,
After amorous struggles and soft groans triggered explosions in veins,
You gently lifted your mellow figure, neatly composed a flawless curvature.
My errant eyes stared unhesitatingly at your naked fleshy dissertations,
On the passions I had already poured into you, just like the smoky rains.
The night had turned you into a nymph-a distasteful and alluring creature,
Which shepherded my soul in trance, to that burning lap of plutonic lust.
As you stood up and put on the white cotton robe, my heart took leaps.
My mind imagined us-drenched- in the bubble bath of viscous carnal dreams,
Talking to each other, in hands, crystal glasses of intoxicating disgust,
My hands like a serpent, progressing towards those pear-flavoured lips,
To smudge them with passion- colored blood and semen-scented cream.
When did the sunshine of dreams melt and took birth a scarlet flame, anew?
Why my heated hands proceeded to destroy that beauty, codenamed "you"?