The air is charged with electricity, there will be no sexual amenities tonight,
Body language screams need, and passion's flame burns bright.
Your look conveys great hunger and I feel the heat,
I know I will be ravaged, once our bodies meet.
Clothes are ripped off, by urgent hands,
Two beasts of passion, face off, no longer just woman or man.
You grab me and growl," Woman!, I want you!, feel my need!"
You place my hand upon your manflower, it is in full bloom and ready to feed.
You kiss me breathless, the intense heat burns my lips,
Your hands urge me ever closer, by my white flesh you grip.
Swiftly you take me, a wild thrust causes our bodies to blend,
I am consumed in the fire that your body sends.
Soon our bodies gyrate in frenzy, Oh Yes, Yes, orgasm, I die the sweet little death!
Soaring on the ultimate high, as the sweet death steals my breath!

MUSIC: CARAVAN