He slides his hand down,
and I feel the warmth of his skin on mine

His figures play search me,
and I feel the strong and yet tender touch

He rubs me gently,
and I feel the tempo of his breath

On my neck,
and I hear the cry of his soul

He draws me into his world of perversions,
and I feel my knees giving into the weight of my heart

Pounding,
and I feel the cravings of a lustful body

Kissing,
and I imagine nothing better

The tender touch of wet lips,
and the dance of ballet tongues

My weight in his arms,
and I feel like an ocean of roses