like a peripheral to my life
when you became my wife.
days that were bright and enchanted
yet nights were so tender but exhausted.
they are now and,
i am just an hollow circle.
used to read maths in your curvature,
like i'm looking for an escape from the nature.
when i drew circles on your curves with my finger,
your moan wanted me to linger.
me clenching you was a treasure
when your moves,
were a Sign wave in the pleasure.
you scratched my back,
while you were there in my lap.
i smiled and whispered,
now you becoming a wild creature.
that huskiness in your sound,
and flying without any feather.
our trembling touch was bent,
and were increasing the room temperature.
straight, i was laying,
and your position was obtuse
like two lines are together,
and craving to seduce.
that cozy, warm softness, of our bed was so perfect.
my afflicting heart now says, it wants you to resurrect.