He whispers to me of his love and desire
as he caresses me awake in the deep of night.
His fingertips leave a trail of molten fire
that gives my eyes a passionate light.

His kisses burn me and at his lips, I feed.
His gentle stroking sends me flying high.
I ache with an oh so intense need.
I part my thighs wider, with a passionate sigh.

His kisses trail down my neck.
I arch off the bed, my head is reeling.
I am such a heated lusty wreck
and badly in need of sexual healing.

He kisses down to the tips of my breasts.
Slowly laving them, he is creating peaks of fire.
I am riding on a wave that crests…
even as I climb to a level thats higher.

His tongue nibbles down me, so fleeting...
finally finding the heated recess between my thighs.
He swirls me with a experienced tongue, I begin pleading...
I am incoherant, but speak with encouraging moans and sighs.

I try to hold back. I am almost out of my head,
but his tongue knows me only too well.
I arch completely off our soft bed…
in a hugely climatic sensous swell.