He kisses me with such passion that sends shivers up from my feet
His touch is like a feather
Brushing my skin with great measures
His hands roam my body
Undressing me to give me pleasures
I often loose touch with reality
When both of our naked bodies touch
I often sink to a distant place
While we free the fire within our hearts
His size often makes me gasp
When he stabs me with his spear
His size so huge, so big
Always fills me up with fear
He moves oh so gently within me
Like waves clashing back and forth
He fills me up inside
To the point where I can bear no more
I cry out lout
Of passion, not of fear
I feel within my melting pot
That he teases and taunts all about
Our bodies discovers a rhythm of their own
That rocks us through the night
Our energy being drained as well as our soul
Adding the finishing touch to end it all
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