lysistrata

A Virgin and her Bloke

Hurry! Run,run....

I want to capture the rhythm of the sun set

As it melts like a lump of  sugar in  a teabag.

What? NOT a trace of excitement?!

Wait! Stop,stop....

I want to capture the tremble of

 your empty hands

As they lift my huge swellling heart.

What? NOT a trace of anxiety?!

Come! Slowly,slowly...

I want You to capture my happy   hormones

I admit. I am ready for indecent  exposure.

What? The excitement has taken

over You?!

Thumbs UP for your success to

become a joke.