On a hazy night with half a moon
Running late but still too soon
Her nectar smooth, gold and sweet
Picture perfect and soul complete
Music soft and thoughts set free
Curling smoke and hearts that see
Silken touch and seductive look
Wanting her open like a book
Gentle kisses, cheeks and lips
Hands exploring curves and hips
Passions mounting with desire
Tongues tasting licks of fire
Seeing beauty, feeling more
No idea what’s in-store
Press and rub, jeans expand
Zipper down, enter hand
Knowing eyes and wicked grin
Sensual mouth made for sin
Slippery, sliding, warm and wet
Too much pleasure to ever forget
She took him all and ate it up
Wouldn’t allow a drink from her cup
He writhed and throbbed, ready to burst
Needing so badly to quench her thirst
Both in tune, both in beat
Wanting jazz and steamy heat
Flawless French and sultry hair
Love and lust, what a pair
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