Tina, my tantalising treasure, you discovered me in a moment of midnight pleasure.

Your eyes are like salted caramel shrouded in silk. I know that beneath them is where I'll find milk.

Your nose is a distress beacon alerting me to danger and saving my masculinity from the arms of all strangers.

Your painted lips are like a healing balm, providing comfort and relief that leads me to calm.

Your neck is like an ivory tower, waiting to be seized. And I am the one who holds the golden keys.

Your well-endowed breasts are like goblets of wine, sensually calling out, forcing me to dine.

Your midriff is the carrier of my seed, a refuge for a lineage yet waiting to be conceived. The caramel hue of your belly turns my knees into jelly.

No blonde-haired woman do I see; this brunette temptress is the one for me.

Your slender thighs are like Corinthian pillars straddling my stature. My soul is in no need of a serial matcher.

Your vagina is a locked gate; a fortress only one can penetrate.

Penetration leads to passion and teasing in an eastern fashion.

My beauty, you are made for my king-sized bed. With grapes, meats and seeds have I been fed.

Let's drink of this potion we've made together: the nectar of the naughty ones will make us better.

Making babies, making love; it's the dream of the lover who's as pure as a dove.

May the groans of passion fill our room, may my member fulfil you, and may it fortify your womb.

The medicine of men lies between the legs of women. Seduction is no longer the secret omen.

My prayer is for your being to be anointed with my seed. As you kneel over me, I wish to satisfy your every aching need.

Kissing your lips and sucking them hard. It's what makes you happy; it's the bread to your lard.

Let's go to the bedroom and make love tonight. You brought the matches we need for candlelight.

Burn for me, baby, scream with all your might. My husbandly duty is to make love to you all night.

"Oh Sidney, please, don't stop." You plead. I don't give you rest, since you don't wish to be freed.

I vowed at our wedding to have and to hold. I knew I had been given 24-carat gold. You willingly submit to my sensual charm. Our love is inspiring, and my passion will bring you no harm.

So let me inside, my beautiful bride; I want to thrust, and you want to ride.