Silhouette "Agharese III"

Her whisper, my winter
Her touch, my summer
Her cuddle, my autumn
Her sex, my spring

She is the definition of my seasons
Her presence elevates my state of reasons
Let her breast satisfy me
Her love is that which makes me be
Thrills in the night time
Moaning fills the air as chime
Faster, deeper, harder… the constant yell
As hot as it becomes, it is beyond the concept of hell
Trapped in the arms of love and lust
Awaiting the crescendo of a climatic burst
Softly in my ears
Her words banished all fears

Her whisper, my winter
Her touch, my summer
Her cuddle, my autumn
Her sex, her sex; then came the April shower
It came at the right time, that very hour.