Pores open all over her skin,

Seeking the passion he is willing to give,

Searching, exploring, the softest touch

Feels like a fire is consuming her heart.

Her ponytail is getting undone,

Long golden locks are falling around

The pillow as she holds in

The voice with which she's not willing to sing.

A caress here, a tender touch there,

And she is struggling not to cry out his name.

She forces her eyes shut in the dark,

Changing nothing but the intensified spark.

It roams her body,

Seeking a way out.

Only to be trapped and unwilling to part

With her wreathing limbs and heaved breaths.

Merging together into a crazed mess.

She clutches the sheets around her at once,

Calling for him to seek her out

And leave burning kisses on her puffy lips.

Their clothes scattered all over the room,

Cleaning will commence

Once she is back from the Moon

And is able to move.

When fireworks died,

She let out a hiss,

All she wanted was

A damned kiss!