A sleepless night, and
his red bloated eyes,
her eyeliner's ink
all over her cheeks,
bursted into a flood
of love within their
starving hearts, and
the eyes were then
speaking love, as the
lips were locked, with his
hands over her shoulders.
teeth crushing her
tender skin, and
the tongue tasted her's,
and his ear's listened
to her soft moans.
Not even her jeans
stopped him from a touch,
or her curves from showing
their grace. Or her sweat
from spreading her aroma.

But still he feared,
the fear, of despair ...