erotically speaking...
I think it's time to tell you exactly what it is you do to me, when you do to me those things that I like done to me...
You’re like the Plato of touch, taste and sound as you think up new ways to play around
with my harmonica, filling my brain with visions of erotica.
You’re my body’s Columbus, discovering virgin territory, working the land until the sweat begins to flow, and I moan,
Limbs entwined, mold and hold the mountains as you reach the mole in my hill.
How hard…how deep…how long?
Questions that have stumped sages through the ages come rolling off your tongue, as I fall through a crack in time
to the land beyond the beyond of exquisite ecstasy you give me, day and night
Love, sweet love…Filling every part of me and branding my soul as your own.
lips, hips, fingertips…intense pleasure…no, pain…pleasure…no…pain...pleasure
vision blurry, liquid heat flowing…motion, faster faster faster
as I s-cream.
The end?
