Bodies

Fingers on the back, soft and firm in the hair while lips, on the cheeks, in the ears, on the eyelids tongues, on the clit fingers smoothen the pussy lips in the lips of vulva fingers on the back she wants him, she, her soft fingers, his tender nightly voice entwines he her hips with knees play with her clit the dick fingers' tips and nipples, long stretches long long stretches of the bodies chafe bodies sore bodies well up chafe and sweat bodies love her, wants him in, her, wants him to come inside, him, to stiffen his with lickings of the tongue from under to the top to the whole of it so to gobble and so to oh bodies oh never sleep oh come and cum come cum come cum her cummings oh pain flames of retract come oh inside her flames she murmurs her soft smarting voice come inside me.
Timeless, on the white cloths of the bed nobody can bother them, with silent surrounding, they're drowning, they think they should speak now, but they think constantly and without boundary, hunger still unsatisfied, they just think. Their hands like their eyes move and their bodies are motionless. Seals of slumber; and then the close coming sound of Alireza and Nina who has just woken up: Morning birds, woke up late, whose voice soon fade away.
He rolls on his stomach and looks down, at the street, through the window's blue curtain. His fingers still have her smell. Down, the street is full of people haunted by the day before it comes. She has a beautiful pale white body, with which she could haunt anybody.
Echoing in his ears, Summer Wine, he starts wearing clothes. The song's name should've been Silver Spurs. Or The Price of Losing Track of Time. He says this to Mary, she opens her eyes, her deep blue ocean, and says: "I want more of you." Her voice comes out of her two blues, craving for more wine.