A SONG MADE FOR HER

I will compose a song to you.
It will be a painted portrait of you.

Starting with your feet dancing before my eyes.
Walking along the legs and up going to the thighs.

Relaxing on your hips by wiggling. No time to waste.
Caressing the thin, and in romance the delicate waist.

Advancing to the chest and rest on the breasts.
Kissing your neck awakening desires, no contests.

The chord's sounds resting on your face.
They caress you, side by side, all the place.

They kiss your lips and awaken your speech.
And you ask for more. Your soul’s sense I reach.

And continually I present her with the same song.
Until she prostrates herself, but still strong.
Now she cries for more. She wants to feel my song.

Because she is happy with me satisfying her.
Fully fulfilled, resting her body on mine, as hers.
Inert, dozing peacefully with my song made for her.