……one who touches with fingers gentle,
Her kisses are sweet and moist.
She shall have her fill of me,
The beauty who titillates,
Inundates my every thought,
Whose every thought I invade.
Love with a kindred soul,
Lost in her embrace, as
she loses herself to my ecstasy:
to the world mutually forgotten,
buried in her bliss and her bosom.
Wanting and wanted,
Barely sated, feelings transcendental.