Once again you have sought my bed,
You flee fron your chosen bitch, that plays with your head.
You tremble like a frightened little boy,
You are weary of being her abused toy!
Come into my arms and bed, suckle at my breast,
You can now relax and let me do the rest.
My gentle hands, bring your fallow flesh awake,
You moan as slumbering jewels tighten in desire's wake.
She had rendered you impotent, less than a man,
You need the magic workings of my hands.
Your pride begins to swell in rock hard fashion,
My womenly touch causes this reaction.
You beg for full release, you want to be taken in,
But you obey me, I alone will say when we shall blend.
You will endure this Hailstorm of desire,
For you know I can always take you higher.
In a fevered frenzy you call out my name,
As my mouth and hands drive you insane.
At the moment of no return, I take you in,
Now feel the Hailstorm of lust, as our flesh blends.

Music: Hailstorm