Touch your lips with her divine goodies.
Rustle 'em softly, to feel joy in your mouth.
Expected, one kiss led to another one, brewed
to be her jargon when she wants good lovin'.
Layout your honeyed perfume, to swing
in rhythms of the hungered tango of both.
Let the entire passion ricochet inside you.
Listen to your soul naming your blood, [her].
Your thoughts' skin wants to get adorned
with her shapes; wants you to vibe, startling.