You always can light my fire and turn me to steam.

In passion induced by dreamscape, I await my lover's hand,
I lay upon his Love Alter, awaiting his command.
Soon he hovers above like a warm mist,
He lowers his mouth on mine, rendering a soul kiss.
Strong hands urge twin snow globes to meet,
Seeking lips on pink tips turn up the heat.
Gentle tugs and nips causes ripples of pleasure,
I swoon with excitement that can't be measured.
Soon warmth graces the glen between my hips,
As sighs of delight pass my lips,
Slow schooled caresses are administered by fingertips.
Seeking and probing, eager do they glide,
To-and-fro, to-and-fro, then steadly they abide.
Relentless swirling on my aroused core,
Making my back arch, straining to endure more.
Then a flashflood occures within the glen,
In the heat of the moment, our eager bodies blend.

Music: In The Heat Of The Moment