With lips as soft and fragrant as that of rose petals,
My Love brushes His against mine.
Prodding, probing, listening for my moans.
Body flexing, rising, twisting, grinding, sweating,
Rhythmically matching the strokes of His tongue.
His fingers, His breath, His every move.
Bound am i, else would also please my One.
His final, hard, merciless thrust inside His home
Nectar flows, gushes, overflowing Him, 
Drinks hungrily, thirstily, with passion and fervor
He does, not to waste a drop.
His moans i hear echoing mine "I Love You!"
my One, my Beloved, my Love, my Everything!