slow to advance
no shirt no pants
in her eyes desire
my eternal fire
...
Dance Of Lust's Advance
slow to advance
no shirt no pants
in her eyes desire
my eternal fire
we touch we feel our bodies heal
in sexual embrace that cant be erased
we lock lips i move my hand to her hips
as we make love as we should
we scratch and we moan
as our actions have grown
to desire of intense actions