She let her fair skin decorate the sheet
Her warmth incubates the small room
She let the evening breeze pamper her laps
Licking her succulent flesh with succor
She laughs it with all her sacred moan
She lets her soothing run through her with desperate longing
She waits in bed
Her lover knows not what awaits him
Neither does he feel
He delays her longing
And weakens are craving
They are in love
And they will let lust make love
Let them spoil in deep romance
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