She has made me a basketcase
For her cosmic body
Hand weaving her magic
Deep wiithin my soul
We are lost and found in the jouissance
A transgression from the regulation of pleasure
Pure and unatultulted lust
Indulging in a tantric bliss
The universe exists when we are naked
A moment in a single place and time
Entwined in endless writhing
No limits on where we might go
And not looking for it to end
Our pursuit of pleasure knows no bounds
Why should we cap our indulgence
Sybaritism and her wanton voluptuousness
Taking control

My loins are starting to stir
As my heart, it begins to race
The moment we lock eyes
And I witness her alluring smile
I yearn to see her nakedness in all its glory
And to feel her luscious...