The blood boiled in thy veins
as the biological structure yearned
Yearned for thy touch
yearned for thy moan out of every pleasure
and yearning for thy tongue to do the dance out of storm,
from thy lips down to thy toe
to the spine up to the edge of thy neck

Eagerly wanting all of her
as she desired all of thy soul
thrusting through in and out of her
like a broken kitchen knife that has thrusted a bit through the unit
uttering agonizing moan as the ***** broke
malfunctioning on each other arms