I live to hear you whisper," Baby, Let's Make Love!"

I tremble from your whispered desire,
The power of your maleness, makes my skin catch fire.
As you shamelessly invade my space,
You make me gasp and my heart race.
You know the power you have over me,
You enslave my body and I never want to be free.
Your deep kisses capture my breath, making me struggle for air,
Your fingertips trail fire, promising Paradise, then taking me there.
I adore being possessed by strong but gentle hands,
They are a constant reminder that I am being loved by a man.
A man who knows what he wants, then rightfully takes,
You wash over me like a riptide, I gladly drown in your wake.
You take time to adore each inch of my skin,
My back arches to welcome you in.
You lead and I follow as we waltz amid stars,
Then the jolting explosion when Venus alines with Mars.
Onward and upward, the earth moves with the passion of the night,
While our bodies are bathed with shimmering moonlight.

MUSIC: Let's Make Love