Exploring the feelings inspited by your lover's touch

Baby, I crave your, warm, golden touch,
Having your big, strong hands traversing my body, loving it so much.
You whisper," I love playing in your snow!"
While letting your hands roam and me loving it so.
You trail kisses on snowy mounds, making me weak,
As you give toe curling tugs on each pink peak.
I sigh with delight, babbling your name,
The heat inspired, melts me, desire's blaze, can't be contained.
My hand searches and finds your growing need,
It is in an aroused state, it nudges and pleads.
As my small hand, pays homage to the king,
Your eyes glow with appreciation, my loving touch brings.
Your lips place warm, moist kisses, on the velvet petals of the pink rose,
As you explore the Love Canal, following where it goes.
Between kisses and strokes, we are lost in a frenzied tide,
Before the point of no return, The Cave Dweller slips inside.
Muscles ripple, as a welcome to the abyss,
While the Cave Dweller gets, lost in a warm, dewy mist.