My sweet venus in white lace bound tight to the warm earth by the silken cords of desire burning passion's chains bind her wrapped round her racing heart My goddess and slave of love she wakes the hungery beast that by her touch may tame she bends it's will to her needs she softly calls out my name warm as a summer breeze she beckons me come closer an invitation to worship deep her flawless alabaster temple in that secret perfumed grotto heaven nestled safe between those smooth and graceful twin pillars of her supple thighs to drink my fill of ambrosia made drunk by that spring flowing so pure for me alone
W. I. Boucher December 23, 2003