Es0teRiC puLsaTi0Ns...

the walls crumble...
the shadows mix...
the dance of the embrace...
they burn, fueled by their passions!
the fire burns with an uncanny chill.
the bodies shiver like a snake on snow.
their reasons prompt inhibition,
but the instincts rush the flow.
their sweat feel the heat,
their heads rush to melt the snow,
the ice breaks, there are no bounds,
the fire burns in the chill of the snow.
it had to melt,
for the senses needed to meet.
she had to jump and scream...
fore-played the snow!!
and how he moans...
when the heights are reached...
nothing was so hot before...
clasped and jawed,
the woodpecker pecks,
she smiles like a beast!
and he winks as if
the Devil may hide his stance
here beaded in sweat of passion,
intimacy has learnt a new rhythm of dance!!
intertwined like the serpents know them,
heat, like the friction growing on them,
she,
like a hungry lion,
pounces.
on an inviting meal
of stinging virility she couldn't resist.
flesh,
the clock strikes.
fleshes,
the clock smashes!
the time ceases.
the snow subsides,
behind the smeared veils,
sanity disguised!
emanating the sinister satisfaction,
their pulses still throb.
for the turbulence of his want,
she reciprocates a silent sob...
the walls are rising.
the reasons come back again.
the night becomes a memory,
making them cringe,
wanting the shadows again!!