Hours of Passion Add you and me Subtract our clothes Divide my thighs So we can multiply the times You make my love pour down From the moans, to the begging Your love makes it easy to want more The way you enter me, with satisfaction Most likely my response with pleasure There is no better feeling than this When I explode, be prepared to witness the moment all of me belongs to you Just like that your tongue makes me lose my mind Climbing on top, is my specialty I enjoy riding your parade of fun Receiving love from you makes the night more than special Like the 4th of July my heart bursts with excitement When you whisper softly in my ear, Your words move through me like the wind on a chilly afternoon Within these sheets a passion ignites, with your rod tender, yet sturdy and strong Standing there naked and aware, you slip on a ring of a different kind This ring, makes this heart go weak… The antipication…. Sweat dripping, tension mounting, with eyes searching… Waiting… For release The painfully slow motion, of a throbbing head Hovering… Waiting… Teasing In it goes, softly, sweetly… So magically… Every vein pops, sending pulses of joy through an already excited body The passion deepens as bodies are connected as one Made for one another, to match, to fit Sweet lollipop with the taste of musk, fills a mouth to the brim A texture of none other before… Smooth as silk Slamming, grabbing, scratching… Passion and climax meet We fall back spent, gasping, awaiting peaceful sleep…