Strange this place I meet in dreams
where eyes they touch my own
ravaged by her thick sweet scent
which turns soft flesh to bone
colors are not seen at all
now burst within my head
my body as some violent pulse
which turns my feet to lead
frozen by her compelling song
sung hotly as her breadth
that sears the very mind of man
and drains him of his strength

Many times I've wandered close
burning always for a taste
of thick sweet juice that falls from her
and lands upon my face
so drunken by the scent of her
I push my lover down
to find the object of my lust
which now has found it's home
between her soft but burning lips
while sounds of esctasy
erupting deep in sweet dark places
which only lovers see
my hardened flesh a beating heart
then finds it's earthly home
and though she protests
I rake her breasts
and drown in wicked moans