She rose like a Phoneix Xylophone

Played in the background

Dreams of kissing and Tasting her

Relishing her with his tongue

Emerge in her fragrance and silkiness

She gave him touch me not signals

Like hot molten lava, she sizzles

Salvation reached its saturation

Nothing seems right except having her

Resting for minutes, the death penalty

Yummy, and demolish the Apple Pie

Err! My dream collapsed in minutes