The touch of her hands,
The wrap of her limbs,
ready the mount…
surrounded by petals.
What’s it like?
Holding her, overflowing
Every part full and sexy.
The taste of her lips,
the beat of her hips.
What’s it like?
The sound of her voice,
Roaring whispers.
Powerful release, intimately;
eruption, without interruption.
Desiring to know what it’s like.
Worship as she faces in full gallop,
behold the bounce of her beauty.
To be her one king,
Subject only to her.
Will I know what it’s like?
