Refrigerator 1

The refrigerator poems are written in my kitchen by the limited vocabularies of "magnetic Poetry" on my refrigerator door. Here is one of them;

I remember old love
crazy and wild
he whispered one night
if I would be in his arms
I smiled and asked why?

So I smell and lick your beautiful breasts time after time
to play with your bare skin
watching you moan, shake and cry
beneath the misty rain
as wind goes through your hair
and kisses your tiny bitter sweet thighs.

As you look weak in the moment
yet want to make eternal love
and we become one.