Oh, to make her quiver
with anticipation and desire
causes me to shiver
and sets my heart afire.

Oh, to make her tremble
with passion's gentle touches
beginning to resemble
being held in loving clutches.

Oh, when she is shivering
with eyes so tightly clenched
slowly moving, quivering
her thirst for passion quenched.

Oh, nothing can compare
to her soft and wanton touching
as I stroke that silk-like hair
or gently clutching

Oh, to pull her to me
and to feel the love and heat
as kisses sweet as can be
begin when lips first meet.

Oh, to build that fire
as we near explosive bliss
sacrificing on the pyre
as we share another kiss.

Oh, to reach the edge
of that cliff our passions seek
to hang there on that thrilling ledge
as our love reaches its peak.

Oh, to tumble through the air
in a suffocating embrace
almost more than we can bear
as hearts begin to race.

Oh, to hear that sound so sweet
as she moans out of control
and seeing rockets as the heat
burns deeply in my soul.

Oh, I can't describe it here
the words I cannot find
but OH, I hope this poem's clear
as I explore my mind.

Quivering and shivering
Touching and clutching
Trembling and resembling
Oh, the joy is so complete.