I simply drown in my Spanish Lover's maleness

He strums his guitar and his eyes close in fantasy,
He plays his love song just for me.
I envy his guitar as he gently caresses the strings,
He plays with such passion, that each note makes my heart sing.
I walk up behind him and nuzzle his ear,
He smiles, enjoying the fact that I am near.
My hands find joy running through his long, black mane,
I adore this man, my passion for him drives me insane.
His midnight eyes, seek mine,
Causing ripples of desire, so divine.
He lays his guitar down and his hands seek my breasts,
They awaken slumbering nipples, that were at rest,
I sigh and slowly melt into his chest.
His arms embrace me and we start to sway,
Our bodies speak volumes, but our lips
have nothing to say.
He takes a single, red rose from a vase,
Softly he lets the petals caress my face.
He removes my silken gown,
And by the fireplace he lays me down.
The firelight caresses my skin of snow,
As he places my hand upon his need to show,
That he desires and wants me so.
He pours red wine into my navel, drinking deeply from the cup,
I tremble and quake with each sensuous sup.
His warm probing tongue enters the glen,
In a state of erection, it thrusts again and again.
Orgasmic ripples filter down,
Where love nectar pools and then crowns.
His lips seek mine as his swollen shaft enters into the glen,
Soon caramel and snow happily blend.