Him, Her and the Morning glory.

The fire began to rage,
It begun to consume them,
he could no longer see her,
she could not see him.
Her breathing had stopped
his hands wandering under her top.
he was her and she was him,
he pinned her arms above her head
she wrapped him close between her legs
a little kiss on the neck
and a warm lick down her breasts,
they danced, they teased,
pushing a little deep within,
chewing her earlobes
as she bites his neck,
they came they went,
sliding down between her legs,
he licked her, she felt it
turning warm, turning moist,
he slipped back into her,
drying her wetness,
he gave of his life,
she received of her purpose,
they laid bathed in each other,
breathing slowly
clutching the sheets
writing a new story
filling a new page in their history,
storing it as a bitter sweet memory,
still in each other.
He sighed, she mourned,
smilling back at him,
she kissed him, held him
close to her bosoms,
slightly asleep, tired of course,
they felt the first ray,
stroke their skin,
felt the sun rise,
felt it peek over the horizon.
His hands caress her belly,
she comfortably squeezes into her hubby.
She is happy inside,
he is sure she is the one,
the one lady,
who knows how to love
how to love him,
the one lady who gives him
the satisfaction of morning glory.
™©PaJ & Mwangi Njoroge