When in passion's warmest, wettest places,
each more stimulating and arousing
than the previous one, as our faces
flush and I glide in and out while rousing,
stirring, the depths of your soul, exploring,
you looking down into these eyes so filled
with adoration and lustful longing,
me gazing up at your face, my heart stilled,
Oh, such sweet ecstasy! Oh, such sweet bliss.
The moist pinkness of your luscious lips
formed as if wanting, just as I, that kiss,
that kiss which tastes wondrous as quenching sips
of champagne. Both gasping, moaning, sighing.
Your rotating gyrations while grinding
that most sensitive "spot," as I'm lying,
staring in amazed wonder, our binding
complete, waiting for that ultimate end,
I reach up to caress and fondle breasts
so magnificent and supple, they send
electric shocks through me. Passion which tests
boundaries of exquisite joy and love.
Then, Oh, then... as splendid spasms, sublime,
explode, filling you with heat. You above
me, looking down as all stops, even time.

Come here, collapse in my waiting embrace!
Don't you want me now? Doesn't your heart race?