Dancing tendrils of golden blonde, kiss her delicate shoulders
Entranced by the look of abandon, as she sings out to her god
Rushes of electric waves pulse through his being
Drowning her in his wake, filling her with his passion
The scent of delicious sin wafts through the air
Consumed by wanton desires, bounding release
Post whispers fill the gaps between heaving breaths
Connected forever in fluidic memories...... |