The clinking of the Bohemian crystal
The taste of French champagne on your lips
The rustle of the Egyptian cotton sheets with a satin duvet
The scent of the English red rose
The scent of my “rose’s” sexual aroma
As my tongue stirs her passions
Handling her form
with more tenderness than crystal
Gently I pour the champagne
Anointing her mons
The bubbles
glinting in her trimmed bush
My tongue in raptures
My rose enraptured
The aperitif consumed
The main course to cum…..
