Cool night air kisses her skin like a lover
In her arms, she could wish for no other
As tongues meet and duel
Adding to passion’s fuel
Inside of both of them is a roaring desire
Burning in their blood like molten fire
As his lips glide down her throat
She purrs out a soft note
Hands seeking and grasping
Passion fills them like a flood
Coasting on the ebb and flow of the tide
They hold on as they begin passion’s wild ride