Virginity

The way I press my caramel hand against your hershey chocolate skin,
I look into your eyes and watch you reach deep into my soul.

The way my lean tall body rubs against your muscular solid body until I
caress you in so many ways and watch your nature rise

The way I turn around and you rub your flawless hand against my thigh I begin to fill a warm sensation come over me; You begin to rub my precious beauty as I begin to fill helpless and drained, my beauty beings to leak out tears of joy and happiness thinking the big heshey chocolate hand has the key to unlock the gate that covered it; As I turn around I run into your arms waiting to exhale my pain, hurt, and sorrow away.

The way you lay me down and stick your nature into my beauty, the beauty unlocked to one nature,
a beauty that has not been told or heard of before from another nature but kept as one.

The way my body starts to tingle and I let out a cry, a cry that never stops but keeps going,
suddenly the cry gets louder and louder and cuts off in shock not of pain and sadness but in happiness.

The way your nature pulls out of my beauty as if it's saying we will reunite again.