My heart is on fire
Due to the words that she wrote.
Bound inside a ****** mire
Waiting on each lyric and note.

My mind it is she it desires,
My body it yearns her as a coat.
Visually I undress her, ready to sire,
Her welcome keeps my mind afloat

Hearts pounding our bodies on fire,
Her rosy voluptuous lips are pout.
Calling my name her wanton desire,
A fulcrum point is tipped and I am devout.

Upon the bed beaded in wet we lay
Many words and moments we ponder and to each convey.