When we are together and we unleash our lust, we become Passion's Beasts

Your throary growl of desire viberates through me, making me weak,
Your hands hurriedly divest me of my clothes, as your lips hungerily seek.
They zone in on ivory flesh, inhaling the Jasmine scent,
Then you savor my breasts like a wine sacrament.
Your tongue slathers my rock, hard nipples, making them wet and wanting to be sucked in,
As you keep up the slow, sweet torture, again and again.
Licks are quickly replaced with love nips,
Then you apply toe curling sips.
I begin to growl and moan your name,
As your exquisite administerings, slowly drive me insane.
Then you shove me against the wall, as your tongue makes a a downward trip,
With great gusto, into the glen it slips.
Slow, lazy circles, tease the core,
Strong hands hold me firmly, to keep me from hitting the floor.
My knees buckle and try to give way,
But that doesn't stop your tongue's play.
I whimper and my body begins to shake,
As I am a captive to passion's quake.
You lay me down and wickedly grin,
As your invading giant thrusts into my glen.

Music: The Lion Sleeps Tonight