Images by Ch'erie

Subdued with ease
begging for more
engulfed was she
to the innermost core

His Vice like grip
will permit no release
till each drop siphoned,
the flood does decrease

Her mouth is alive
this hunger she learns
may she ever survive
an explosion that burns

If not for the flow
that comes from within
at the peak of her deluge
they both played to win

Entwined in this passion
satisfaction reigns supreme
the fire subsides
as if awake from a dream

Till the moment
when it kindles again
who dares wins
do they care to refrain?