How tender her flesh, sweetly spared,
her mercy’s abeyant cry now bared;
and of her serenity and softest gaze,
no horizon matches her silken ways,
so vast is she in thronged adoration,
untempered yet, her young excitation.
How supple her breasts in pliant form,
her wanton breath, so deep and warm;
and of her breath, ‘ere swelled in sigh,
no air equates ‘neath her pleasured sky,
so ardently, she begs her submission,
unyielding want as her only mission.
How bold her breath in tendered kiss,
her lips contain the weight of her bliss;
and of her eyes, upon meeting mine,
no gaze is warranted, her full resign,
so precise is her measured advance,
our lips meld union of wanton trance.