Under the ecstasy’s tender, embrace we made,
Where passion filled with artistic grace we shared,
A canvas of desire, loathed with wild colors created,
You, my love, my Goddess of Renaissance, released.

Silken whispers, flowing like a gust of aroma so fine,
Tracing the curves of your form carved by divine,
Forming a sensual dance on the moonlit altar’s shine,
You, my love, my goddess, a rare & glorious holy sign.

Your skin, a canvas for kisses & nibbles to explore,
Each touch, a verse, each moans, string like a choir,
Played in...