When before me your thighs apart
The pink folds split and glistening starts
For between the curves of your feminine hips
The wanton welcome of your warm secret sits
Out from before me my passion swells
The embodiment of my desire it tells
Tense and taught to swollen lengths
With texture and contour for which it sinks
So lay with me in synchronous rhythm
Of flesh and breath and warmth within them
Feel this energy pass into you low
As it slides and seethes and pulses and blows
