When before me your thighs apartThe pink folds split and glistening startsFor between the curves of your feminine hipsThe wanton welcome of your warm secret sitsOut from before me my passion swellsThe embodiment of my desire it tellsTense and taught to swollen lengthsWith texture and contour for which it sinksSo lay with me in synchronous rhythm Of flesh and breath and warmth within themFeel this energy pass into you lowA...