Cologne And Perfume

Her bedroom door is shut up tight,
Not one shall interrupt tonight.
Their clothes lay scattered on the floor,
Nearby, the chair that blocks the door.
The candles lit that set the mood,
Cast soft shadows on the nude.
Fingers run through jet-black hair,
Cologne and perfume in the air.
Their eyes locked, create the hues,
Of blueish-gray and greenish-blue.
On her bed the lovers lie,
Deeds darker than the night time sky.
With her on top he starts to moan,
As he becomes as hard as stone.
She nibbles softly on his neck,
His soft lips she starts to peck.
But as she starts to pull away,
He holds her close, as if to say,
"Stop teasing me; it's just not right,
Now let me hold you, through the night".