The clinking of the Bohemian crystal
The taste of French champagne on your lips 
The rustle of the Egyptian cotton sheets with a satin duvet
The scent of the English red rose
The scent of my “rose’s” sexual aroma 
As my tongue stirs her passions 
Handling her form 
with more tenderness than crystal
Gently I pour the champagne 
Anointing her mons
The bubbles 
glinting in her trimmed bush 
My tongue in raptures 
My rose enraptured 
The aperitif consumed
The main course to cum.....