She's all opened ,damp, she's lurking,She's detecting for him again.
Her doors and hidden niches are
Dripping in honey on his charmer tongue.
In her deep womb he's longing
Slowly to let himself to heal.
Her flesh's pink rose petals
Smell like delicate flowers,
Irritated by his soft caress.
He posesses her with wild
Obsession, he stops only
Exhausted by the rocking.
Despondent pleasure's harvest,
Gloom! Of her smell, errected.
She, docile to his app'tites,
Her being giving up and given.
The sensual, the irresistible,
The most violent of his own
Posessions he's off'ring her.
She 's laying, turned inside out,
Even open to a sweet death.
Redeemed by his slave who's harn'ssing
His growling screams. Softening
His lust's dictates which mowed him.
He wants to nick in her soul,
Furious penetrating in her.
Hopeless he's looking to fill her.
To be her relieved King,
Flooding her empty flanks
With hot, insatiable desires
His mortal ego to regenerate,
His illusion about the
Infinite of his destiny .
God, ruler, creator for a while.
He sows liquid fire on water depth.
Fertile in her thirst she's longing for him
Innocent in his unexpected dive .
Subordinated to absorb him,
To drain him, to encircle him.
With primitive heat, without a fight
Somewhere there her ego is desappearing ...
