Uttered sounds come not from mind, but sing of certain rapture
Sensations flow in dance, created from our groove
Facial expressions are profound, contorting with every move
Streams of perspiration flow, from rivers full of lust
Frantic beatings of our hearts, on verge of bursting cusps.
Deeper and deeper we plunge, oblivious to all else
Fingers roaming excitedly, the terrain quivering when felt.
Harder and harder with more rapidity, thrusting to explode
Reminiscent of a volcano, seething with her load
Thirsting between our loins, her walls tightened anticipating consumption,
Pleasures unmasked in our eyes, delighted from eruption
Tingling sensations throughout, spasmodic motions subside,
Limbs wrapped and tangled tightly, fluids within collide
Relaxation is overwhelming, breaths coming full and deep
Still our bodies caressed, this moment is ours to keep
Images in our mind, locked in heated passion
Uttered sounds come not from mind, but sing of certain rapture
Anticipation mixed desire, thoughts profoundly imagined indeed
Depths of pleasure unsurpassed, a moment of ecstasy.
Written by: Al De Veaux Jr.
