Love Grows
I've been told I do these well - so far be it for me to argue with success.
Look into my eyes,for a moment or an hour,to see how my love grows, as lovely as a flower. Higher than a tower,that's higher than a cloud,that's how my ardor grows,unhinged and well endowed. Touching is allowed,as well as cosmic bliss,and Kama Sutra moves,that start with just a kiss. A kiss like this and that,on your lips and neck and breast,and between your trembling thighs,smoothly shaven and undressed. It's the place...