Dream

…And his hands perambulate her body as the river pursuit the ocean,

and her hands intertwine his hair.

Fast danced their bodies,

and slow danced their bodies.

Their legs hanged around as lava to volcano.

Every breath was verse and every kiss was poetry.

Divine was the look in their eyes full of debauchery,

then the smell of wet road stormed the environment.

Oh! Darling, you have mastered the art to make me rain…

And the rain lasts until the sunshine got through the curtain at the east of the small window in her bedroom.