CALOR
His body is against hers as they move towards the wall.
Hands are roaming, exploring.
Studying the curves.
Wrapped in her hair.
Pull her neck back and place hot lips to the cool skin.
Leave a mark, the calor exploding.
His slight grin,
Her moans of approval.
They are madly in love.
Something simple.
Tune in for tomorrow's prompt, euphoria.
Rock on, little turtle-crabs! \m/