She guided My Hands, so I could paint Her Canvas. It was in the City of Rome, that I lay on Her Campus. The Night was Young, as I held My Precious Treasure. We started on a Journey, in search for a little Pleasure. We crawled into Bed, in the same old Fashion. Our Heartbeats arose, pouring out Our Passion. Our Midnight Romance, had a Delicious Taste. As My Lips ran down, Her Beautiful Waist.