My sexy man, you make wooing an art form

I stand before you stripped of all pretenses, nude and craving your touch,
My eyes caress your face, I want you so much.
Your hands traverse my body, paying homage to valley and peaks,
You inspire desire, granting the warmth that I seek.
Your hands are strong and skilled, molding my desire,
You know how to please me, how to kindle my fire.
With words of adorarion and sweet praise,
They are whispered in my ear and I start to blaze.
You are my ardent lover, you make time stand still,
Slowly my passion mounts and I beg to be fulfilled.
You lay me down on satin sheets,
Where your soft lips and my exposed skin meet.
Each movement is designed to romance,
To enchant,entice, thrill and put me in a trance.
Gentle persistent wooing, makes me crave,
I am completely under your spell, your love slave.
My passion flower now glistens with dew,
I sigh, tremble and gladly surrender to you!