She sat straddled atop lust’s stem
Galloping on the green of yearning
With him behind her, vulnerably lain.
Gravity succumbed to reality;
Fiction seemed peculiar
To this feeling of ecstasy.
Elated she rode the jolt,
Her head stroked the clouds,
With hands raised, caressing the sky.
Their hearts thumped harder
Like the bellowing thunders
In tumultuous tandem;
In subtlety yet at light’s alacrity,
Pulses raced with the union
And it seemed to last an eon.
The zephyr from those tresses
Triggered a hurricane
Followed by a heavy downpour.
Sultry saline droplets trickled
From each body, like in off seasonal monsoon,
As the clouds clashed at the seventh heaven.
Locked in embrace, they lay;
A silver lining glistened
Over the sheath of wetness on their skin.
With smudges of crimson,
Love bites sprinkled, here and there
The pants and gasps cued their thirst for more.
On the verge to orgasm,
Stealthily she turned around,
As the phantasm of lust took her over.
A last kiss and a snap,
He was left beheaded and blinded forever in desire.
They reached climax yet they both were poles apart.