Her bed is like an ocean

passion moves silently every night,

in her arms you feel you are dreaming

such erotic desires till daylight

The sand is like her kisses

soft and warm in your mind,

long after she has departed

you recall the image of her tight behind

Buried treasures remind you

of this mysterious woman you see,

you think how the story will end,

till she whispers her Erotic Poetry

Her Passion is like a summer wind

bedroom eyes write silently in poetic rhymne,

one moment with her passing by

I forget my thoughts all of the time

Her kiss like raindrops on her leather skirt

holds me tight against her car,

taking me by force to her ocean

screams my name,under the North star