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!

Our passions rise
Breath deep and husky
Skin glistens
Our sounds to listen
Pulses race
With Our Love's sweet grace
Snarls and gnarls
Protruding fangs sharpened
Head thrown back
Hair glistening in moonlight
Exposed flesh
Hunger pains
Our Love to taste
Teeth pierces skin
Moans and gasps
Sweet soft sucking
Elixirs flow
Wine and water
Chest and thighs 
Slick and wet
Aromatic nectar
The God and Goddess
In their Love They share

We are the dancers of the Realms.

 Dancers of Eternal Love,

of life, of giving and receiving,

of taking and denying,

of beginnings and ends.

With Our graceful, powerful dance

We create, emanating Love so Pure,

so True that It can never be equaled,

compromised, nor faded.

For We are the dancers of Truth,

the dancers and creators of all Love.