With youthful lust she casts her spell,
Enchanting me without a word.
This carefree nymph, this wily temptress,
Smiling with the face of heaven,
Lets loose the flame of Cupid's curse.
How soft her supple skin would taste,
How lithe her chiseled flesh would feel,
Were I, to love, capitulate,
And wrest my yearning heart from wait,
To see us writhe on satin sheets.
Her perfect breasts,
her gentle curves,
Ignite the carnal soul beneath.
My palette seethes with anxious craving,
Until I am filled up from tasting,
Drinking deep her cup 'til dawn.
On moonlit night I
close my eyes,
Disrobing her with eager hands,
Her skin, beneath my palms, like flames,
The gentle rising of her frame,
At last, we groove in primal dance.
At last our bodies
come to rest,
This torrid frenzy at an end,
In naked, huddled mass we lie,
Beneath the dark of covered night,
Our hidden passions still unquenched.