The rosy flush upon her breasts
doth truly signify
The height in which her rapture rests
Her essence can't deny
The fervent teat no more bereft
Elicits her reply
A dainty kiss upon her cleft
Brings forth her heart felt cry
And I watch with joy and wonder
Desire plays o'er her form
As she rends my soul asunder
My hand within kept warm
When, at last, she lies so sweetly
Within mine arms to rest
Our ardence now spent completely
Enact what love doth best