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.
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