to be the sound of your heartbeat strong as the tide like the treasures of the deep of what is hidden inside to be the one in your dreams when the darkness falls, the first name on your lips when the sunrise calls to be the passion so hot like the flame of a fire the one that you crave the one that you desire
My orchid dews with musky cream for thoughts of you and distant dreams Its center swells with heat engorged its need unquelled awaiting more Petaled lips, those lingually teased passionate moans in ecstasy seized