She came to me
Nervously,
though willingly wanting
Want she had never felt
Before.
I gently led her
to this place,
Caressing her form
Till she became
A river of passion
In full flight.
Passionate waves surging
Wetter, softer
Yet, stronger than before,
Then without warning,
Soaking my tongue and beard
With her unholy elixirs,
Coupled with
ardent devotionals,
Those aching moans,
Piercing the night.
As I drank
From her flow,
She etched her desires
Into the rock of my soul
