With naught a glance bade twice forlorn Shall we plead thee do follow
Like breath twice warmed o’er heated
coals We leave vexation behind Lighted eyes give leave of trembling souls So gifted within our kind
Thy hollow doth quiver beneath mine
lips Beseeching, partake of thy nectar Thou art filled upon trailing mere fingertips Across silky skin, thine scepter Flesh which glows past fading light of day A testament to our exertions Mounting thy steed, mine hips so sweetly sway Tormenting pleasure, thy heavenly perversion