A drop of moisture flows slowly down
Her sculpted nose
Enters her sensual mouth barely parted
And red as a ****** rose
My arms sturdy as pillars her fingers grasp
As I enter her rythm starts
Eye to eye we photograph each move
To decorate the walls of our hearts
There's barely a whimper no need to compromise
Only silent sighs
Exhaustion sets in my pillars have collapsed
The brute and the goddess have taken
What they needed this might