hold me tight and rock me slow take me deep and don't let go the music our moans and sighs perfect for this mating dance share with me a soulful kiss tongues wetly part our lips lost in the heat of desire our breath a hot whirlwind aching for your supple breasts pressed to my sweat slick chest hands upon your rolling hips as you rise and fall upon me squeeze me hard milk me dry until we tremble, gasp and cry sweet release bodies flushed warm and spent joined as one
W. I. Boucher February 11, 2000