Sensation

Baby drink my juice and fill me with your sensation Oh, if only we could trade places And you could feel what I feel as this ecstasy races Through my veins. Passion. Passion. When we make love it travels fast and makes its way To the depths of my soul. Something incredible. I exult it. My hips rise to reach it They move toward it And away And the pleasure remains. Leaving my soul aching to feel your sensation Not a drop is wasted. I'll never run out of this overwhelming desire. To feel your fire. This want. This pleasure. I feed you and pray it gives you strength To give it to me. It is between my flower--your sensation, your butterfly, my desire, your beautiful creation--I drip sweet nectar on it for hours. This sensation. This invisible force. This magnificent emotion--it's ours we created. It's so dear to me, this ecstasy It travels through my fingertips into my heart--your art. It can't stop dancing to the songs of your sensation--to the rhythym of your motion. My body is in glee As it travels to my knees. Don't you know this passion is extraordinary? I don't wanna stop til it reaches the very top. The top is at my toes. That's where it starts to glow. We are magical. We are mystical. We are kaleidoscopic. Extrarrestrial. Cause what we create, is out of this world. It shines like the brightest diamond You'll ever know.