Oh sweet taste of your inner most valley awakens the passion in my depressed existence.
My escape from reality is elated by the release in my mind and the release that ruptures an exquisite flow of your passion.
Lust is greater with your love and reality is in the moment. Two hearts break when we are parted as flowers wilt without the rays of the sun.
Our love will not die if nurtured and caressed with sweet appreciation of what we have and what we share.
If love is alive our lust will thrive and reinvent itself and grow until the valley of your pleasure is flowing with the warmth
of liquid ecstasy.