You have made me your Princess and our kingdom is our bed amid satin sheets and a quilt of eiderdown

Come softly, Dream Master, gently lay me down,
Let me be your Princess Of Eiderdown.
Loosen the pins and let my dark mane, cascade and fall,
Cover me with your body so lithe and tall.
Lay your head upon my rose scented breasts,
Let me soothe and comfort and bring sweet rest.
Mummer love poetry against my skin,
Fan my desire as lips and flesh blend.
Let your hand travel up my inner thigh,
Make it a slow journey causing me to sigh.
Your questioning fingers stroke velvety pink,
Suddenly they disappear, as within my depth they sink.
Slowly sliding in and out, to and fro,
Causing my passion's dam to flood and overflow.
Your slow hand causes ripples of delight,
I tremble as I feel my orgasm take flight.
Your swollen shaft enters the love cave,
Exploring the moist darkness, so bold and brave.
Again and again it embarks on the golden slide,
Immersed in velvet, back and forth it glides.