When he does everything so right, he reduces you to incoherent Babbling!

OOOOOOOO YES! YES!
Is my urging you on to attain Passion's Quest.
OOOOO Baby, Baby! Yes right there!
I am so excited as I feel the cobra approach the lair.
With sighing, quivering and elevated breathing,
I am flushing pink, as my bosom is heaving!
OOOOO Touch me, Touch me, feel my fire!
Keep fanning the flames of desire!
My back is arched and there is a curl to my toes,
I am wanton, excited and expect everything to go!
Devour me, consume me, make my fantasies play!
I have an urgent need of satisfaction, please without delay!
I shall not be coy, all lays bare upon the table,
So help yourself, I am so ready, willing and able!
The passion fruit is juicy and sweet,
Juices pool for a succulent treat.
Melons are large and ripe, ready to share,
Pink centers stand erect, straining and bare.
With slight hesitation, slow lazy moves,
An erect tongue slides along the groove.
It wiggles, smoothly slips and slides,
Then centering, quivering, decides to abide.
Incoherent babbling, the language of delight,
The proper communication when the foreplay is right.
A sudden impaling, no mercy to be had,
The victim is so willing, sated and glad!