Atwine in the Oasis

      A twine in the oasis  I silently crave her lips, eyes. All day, I wonder as I wander  Hunting the measures to write,  Write inside her with my fingers. While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies,  I touched her blouse, Unpredictable she got wild, elegant.  It became a bitter sweet. In her eyes ,  heaven and hell emerged . A blind eye couldn't resist. crammed with shadowy fish. The apocalypse emerged,  her moan Sounded like gun fire, like death she breathed . Closely burrowing in, she threw kisses like grenades , attacking my gental lips Caressing her curvy thighs , straddling the legs a little, I sent in the divine person in between the valley and locked it in tight . Entwining , with interlock of tongues, Finger nails ran seemingly through my back, awaking the most terrible gods  She realised , she shouted " oh God " .  Glued together like shadow and body. We paused gazing eye to eye. The platonic blew . Jona💫