The whistle is blown as boy meets girl.
Chemistry takes a sit as morality is shoved aside.
Like "BOLT", hearts begin to race
when gaze meet gaze.
Sex is a mystery.
Faster than the speed of light
desires are explored
in-thoughts.
Like wide fire libido spreads,
Burning into ash every iota of sanity.
Sex is a mystery
Soon
Insanity wears the crown
Her subjects, driven wild.
Lips tangling...
Hands exploring...
Hearts pounding...
Breathtaking...
Sex is a mystery.
Adam and Eve emerges
Leaves-torn-from body.
Flesh meets flesh as coitus begins
Two become one, harmoniously moving
to the rythm of the tides.
Sex is a mystery.
Heat and warmth exchanged.
Excitment fills the air,
Groans and moans accompanies the creaking bed.
Alas, winter is here.
Sex is a mystery.
A killer bee-hive it is.
Holding a-honey-so-sweet,
sumptous and divine.
Eaten ONLY in wedlock
Sex is a mystery.
Like stolen waters,
It is sweet.
Like a spring with fresh water fall
It is freshing.
Like a language only two understand,
It is encoded.
Like the show-bread in the temple,
It is sacred.
Sex is a mystery.
Out-of-wedlock,
sweeter it becomes
unveiling the horrendous bounty
that supervenes...
"The bee-bite".
23/1/2018.
@Chavy_writes
