Sidney, you are sexier than the finest leading man. Your swagger I swoon over. Your shy, yet captivating smile makes me weak at the knees.

Your sultry brown eyes are like double shots of mocha set on clouds of frothy milk.

Your nose, a chiselled work of art, carefully crafted for your vibrant visage.

Your radiant red cheeks caress all of my senses, as we lay entangled on a marital bed of roses.

Your full lips are a sex toy: voluptuous and willing to please. Your tongue as smooth as a deep and fiery red wine.

Your well defined chest is the keeper of my heartbeat. Your torso is my pillow after a night of silent passion.

Your ample thighs are the pillars of strength that hold me together after a fight.

Your perfectly tanned feet are the sensual secret gliding up my inner thigh when your petting and fondling have retired for the night.

Your beautiful and soft skinned back is my comforter when I long for deep pressure. I willingly work under you in sensual submission, my King!

Your ample buttocks are lovers of my caresses. My hands are enthralled by their fullness and beauty. Your denims accentuate their form. My fingers enjoy tracing the many shapes of you.

Your member is my DE-stressor after a long day's toil. I take it in deeply, within my being. Each thrust restores my trust in your masculinity. I worship your manhood.

Oh Sidney, seduce me! Magic man of many talents. Master of my desperate and aching body. The honey in my hips is only for you.

I beg you, to take me upstairs in your arms of iron and lavish me with your love and passion. In your bed is where my womanhood began. Let us holler with pleasure as our tongues tantalise and tease those undiscovered nerve endings.

Lie with me tonight, without slumber. Spend your strength on me. Work me till the morning light, as my breasts delight and pleasure thee, and my wet vagina contracts, so free.

Let your soft and fragrant beard caress my olive face and excite my sensuous neck. Let your fine lips drink freely from my breasts, the milk of magnificence.

Let our children find us pashing in the kitchen. The morning glow filling our home; our blushing unhidden. May we make beauty together, and may our passion for ardent pleasure awaken in us, the romance we had prayed for, all along.