You and I can we feel The morning mist hand in hand Can we traverse the silent speak That we never had
I’ll sprawl my lips on your neck Bite the hints Of perfume after taste Muddled with your skin See your pores erupt The trickling down of the mythic mead From your rivers, deep within
Delve in the night of your groin All the churning Wonder where it’s coming from With my magic fingers trace your breast Ask them what they are yearning for.
Spinning in the spirals of ecstasy In the deep mystical realm of transcendence Feel the fingers slowing sliding slithery in my sensuous curves Coronating me in the kingdom of pleasure
Senses blur , spinning and spinning in the widening gyre of desire Reaching the crescendo of bliss Tasting my bodyscape and detonating the fuses lurking all over Phallus stroking, fondling, searching in the depths of my cave for the shrine Nuzzling and rubbing the fuses again... and again...again... and again rapidly, with urgency, with haste, seeping in and out of the precious mount in a bull's exigency Exploding in the zenith of rapture. Ahhhhh....