she taught me how to make love
In the silence of night, you came to my dream,
A goddess draped in gold white, wild and free.
Your skin, like moonlight glow, soft and warm,
And eyes like a storm of a beckoning charm.
You whispered secrets into me ancient deep,
Of passions hidden in the curves of sleep.
With every erotic touch, you taught me slow,
How desires to love could rise and overflow.
Your fingers...
A goddess draped in gold white, wild and free.
Your skin, like moonlight glow, soft and warm,
And eyes like a storm of a beckoning charm.
You whispered secrets into me ancient deep,
Of passions hidden in the curves of sleep.
With every erotic touch, you taught me slow,
How desires to love could rise and overflow.
Your fingers...