"can I see you like this?" I said, and then she looked at me with hazel eyes

yes – she said

our lips looked at each other, I was seduced by the wet pink

so thin, shiny, eager for a passionate kiss

the click of a touch of skin, sliding to the warm touch of sympathy

just one, she whispered.

our mouths did not stop to get to know each other, and their perfume

it walked freely in my breathing

it burned in my caresses

don't stop - she said - between sighs

between the contrast of her blonde hair, her black hair, and her fuchsia tips

each strand danced to the beat of our dance

to the erotic romance

to the sensual touch of the breeze

"let's go," I said, wrapped in her fatal attraction,

surrounded by its attractive magnetism

“slowly,” she said.

as she continued kissing me,

and I, savoring the spicy and playful,

loved her.