The valleys on your back, i will trace them
with soft fingers & nails of amber.
My lush lips crave the contours of your
You withdraw from the vibrations you
lust so dearly after-
waiving carnal instincts that you shy upon.
Your mouth is a playground
and my tongue is bored of chatter.
My lips yearn your pulsating rod and
i’ll watch you intensely being pleased-
down on my knees.
Won’t you give into the erotic war of desire,
for there is no joy in a game of decency.
Your pupils reflect an aphrodisiac and
I want to taste the sexual God in you.
– I will have you in my sleep