This Pleasure Of Mine
To what do I owe this pleasure of mine
Which stands alone in frozen time
Nerves on end, they bend like steel
Exhausting gasps, could this be real
The tender touch of moistened lips
The gentle sway of curvy hips
Like oceans waves of thunderous roar
Bodies crash , still wanting more
Her beauty impailed on phallic pleasure
Feelings intense, too much to measure
Lust unchained by rise and fall
Holding to some, yet wanting all
Faster we travel through passion’s quest
Paced by the fall of rising breasts
Closer, yet closer, the end is near
Quivering flesh, the sounds I hear
Collapse to me, a soul so fine
Tis what do I owe, this pleasure of mine
