Your strong hands strip me bare,
My nipples harden with the touch of cool air.
Warm full lips take them in,
Causing desire to crest again and again.
Your hands begin to traverse my spine,
Causing sensations that are so divine.
My heart is beating at a maddening pace,
As my eyes adore your handsome face.
Not the face of a boy, but the chiseled features of a man,
My body tingles at the calloused roughness of your hands.
Lines of maturity mark your face,
Silver is mixed with your dark hair, the perfect lace.
I feel the heat of my desire,
You make my blood boil with molton fire.
You growl and roar your intent,
My body will be your sacrament.
I hiss my delight and my nails rake your back,
Then you lay me down and launch your attack.
Brutally I am impaled on your need,
I writhe and moan as your lust feeds.
I am woman being consumed by man,
This Life Dance has been performed since the world began.

Music: Matsuri