passion stirring in her eyes
glint that tells the tale
mirror of her soul
reflects the inner gale
bound to me by passion
her chains are called desire
she is slave to them
and to her growing fire
I gently fan the flames
that often sear her soul
watch as her heat rises
until she's lost control
only then I offer touch
my lash kissing skin
it inflames her so....
her trembling within
how to reward such passion?
some measure of repy
sieze the core of her
the place she can't deny
too rough would crush the flower
too soft would be ignored
pleasure guide my hand
to the treasure stored
I will release my hold
as soon as I am thru
when she is spent
her body telling true...