Tie my hands above my head with scarlet ribbons of relentless passion and sit down all over me and make me read your alphabet of lust from the fires and stars beneath your skirt and hide each letter between translucent flesh and sin and give no hint or clue that isn't given in lucid whisper or moan and give no breath without a kiss and the pressure of my eager tounge to taste the thick honey of forbidden golden heaven and desire written along the place your legs meet and end and sway and grind over lips and mouth and let me savor every heated drop of moisture from each page of this lascivious tale and then tie my heart to yours and write stories of lust and love living together in the happily ever after