by Otzchiim ©
I don't want you to think I'm casual
About this sort of thing; I'm not at all.
I want to have you touch me ev'rywhere,
All over me, from ankles up to hair,
Especially the parts halfway between.
No more delays; I'm giving you the green.
You've waited while I straightened out my head,
And now I want to have you share my bed.
I've never
said this sort of thing before,
But then there's been no one I so adore.
I want to have your body possess mine
And make me shake in passion strong and fine.
I want you thrusting wildly, lustily,
Between my hungry thighs; make love to me!