Sonnet 6 Poem by Octavian Cocos

I gently stroke your long and silky hair
And then I kiss your lips, tasting their must,
Your prying nipples fall into my snare,
And I can see them rising full of lust.
I touch them with the greatest care and love
My hand caressing your amazing breasts,
Your cheeks are flushed, I see them from above,
Because your body on its back now rests.
My hand goes down, your thigh is burning hot
Full of desire, I'm prepared to sin
And we make love, because you want a lot
And moan and dig your nails into my skin.
Oh, what a rapture, what a bliss, what fun,
When two hearts beat as if they were just one!