That something was starting.
A bright flash of light,
And darkness departing.
My heart in my lungs,
As I struggled to breathe.
My mind waking up,
With magic you weave.
Your prose holds me captive,
Your laughter, your grace.
The glint in your eye.
The warmth of your face.
You gently reached out,
And took hold of my soul.
You fed it, you kissed it,
You remade it whole.
My body you torture,
Ecstatic, your touch,
My cock you excite,
It is never too much,
Your taste is like nectar,
Your juices exquisite,
Your bud is my muse,
When my tongue comes to visit.
Your orgasms heavenly,
Moans rather than screams,
Your voice when awake,
Your spirit in dreams.
Your voice low and sultry,
Captivating and deep.
It gets him awake.
It helps me to sleep.
You are my perfect woman.
The definition of she.
You are not her for everyone,
But are perfect for me.
