In tangled mass of writhing flesh,
We stoke the flames of our desire,
You smother me within your breast,
I languish in your soft caress,
My loins between your legs are pressed,
We're set ablaze by Passion's fire.
How beautiful the sweat that glistens,
And coats your skin with sweet perfection,
As soft my tongue so gently glides,
And deftly slips between your thighs,
Then laps your juices up inside,
Consumed by Passion's fire again.
The scented candles now burn dim,
Our love has reached its precipice,
I fall in gently by your side,
Our bodies ache as last we lie,
The fiery lust now satisfied,
While Passion's flame yet burns within.