Please take me deep, melt me in love's crucible, pour my seed white hot and molten inside you, mold me to the shape that brings you pleasure, a perfect instrument to play sweet music of desire, so rich and pure the heavens shake and angels cry Please take me deep into your loving heart till fire flows through your gently trembling loins to wake your aching body to my lusty lover's call and fill your dreams with visions of carnal delights raised high to rival the celestial dance of eternity Please take me deep and never let go of me kiss me hard, and part my hungry lips with your tongue press your firm proud breasts to my face and suckle me grab hold of my hair, and guide my mouth down you to drink my fill from you till I am drunk with the divine
W. I. Boucher January 31, 2000