Tender Loving

Grind your body,
Work it slow.
Come on baby,
Here we go.
I'll make you scream,
And moan tonight.
Do the things
That will excite.
Touch me baby,
Don't be shy.
Your loving really
Makes me high.
Divine and passionate,
lover's hustle.
Fiery, hot and
Sweaty bustle.
Bite your lip,
Cos here it comes.
Like a thousand,
Beating drums.
Pleasure fills,
The bedroom walls.
Loud and fast,
Like waterfalls.
Words alone
They can't express.
Tonight, our love,
Our tenderness.

© Simon Hayes 03/02/06