Your throaty growl of desire, vibrates through me, making me weak,
Your hands divest me of my clothing, as your lips greedily seek.
They zone in on exposed, ivory flesh, inhaling the rose scent,
They savor each one, like a wine sacrament.
Your tongue slathers rock hard nipples, making them warm to the touch,
Slow, sweet torture, that I crave so much.
Licks are quickly replaced with love nips,
This soon leads to toe curling sips.
I begin to moan your name,
As your loving slowly drives me insane.
You shove me against the wall, as your tongue takes a downward trip,
With great gusto, into the glen it slips.
Slow, lazy circles, tease the core,
While strong hands hold me firmly, not letting me hit the floor.
My knees begin to buckle and try to give way,
But that doesn't stop your tongue at play.
I whimper and begin to shake,
As I erupt within desire's quake.
You lay me down, with a wicked grin,
As the giant beast of desire invades my glen.

MUSIC: The 12th Warrior