Oh, you, my love, I do adore
The way you look against the door
As I hold you tight, your arms implore
My strength so sure, You scream for more 

And I, yes, I, do call upon
Your desires strong to be my pawn
Molded in so many ways
To hold my gaze, entrapped or caged 

For sublime, I find your hurried mind
As strap does find your sweet behind
Flooding grip between your thighs
A treasured moisture, an honored prize 

A kiss I place against your lips
You’ve done so well to find this bliss
Buried once but not amiss to
Future strives, we will enlist   

So, wander now to that en-suite
And freshened fruits I find so sweet
That we may mingle back to those
Not awakening their concerning nose…