WHAT'S NEXT

                                             ambience pitch dark,

                                     carnal love - the only spark.

                                     throws spark a ray of desire,

                                heat of which 'll make you perspire.

                                          respire : - : perspire

                                          but fulfill thy desire.

                                       desire: how it's defined?

                                                lust is it or-

                                     love in a form more refined.

                                           await pillows those-

                                               gentle pushes.

                                          desparate are sheets-

                                               for developing,

                                             uncertain creases.

                                              a cool fresh dew,

                                              a hot vapour new.

                                              are the souls two!

                                              a   strong   desire-

                                              ignites carnal fire.

                                              those moments few,

                                             if all they could chew.

                                               it  would   all  start,

                                                 arrow would kiss -

                                                  it's destined dart.

                                         door to bed a journey divine.

                                         on thy feet are placed mine.

                                               thy arms on my waist

                                               closeness   tempting -

                                               thee - me   to    taste.

                                        ah! a halt here will be haste,

                                   pace slow:-:trust is not a time waste.

                                            balance    move    each,

                                            made us  finally   reach,

                                            the summing up station,

                                            the   luring   destination.

                                          just there the carpet ditched,

                                          both of us right there slipped.

                                          god's  move seemed that slip,

                                        an awesome way to end this trip.

                                                 the enticing sheet,

                                                 and struggling feet.

                                                my head on arms thy,

                                         a look alike that makes me shy.

                                                    my bosom rests-

                                                   besides thy chest.

                                                 arms on thy rib zone

                                                 fingers  flirting with -

                                                         the bones.

                                                 underneath the quilt,

                                                 are  settling  strands.

                                                 no  thoughts  of guilt,

                                                       what's next?

                                                 did thee understand?