MAKING LOVE TO "JE T'AIME"
The couple were naked and had no shame,
As they moved to the music of “Je t’aime”,
The record the man had put on to play
Ere, one on one, man with woman, they lay.
In an act of life imitating art
The couple made up for time lost apart,
The English girl and her Frenchman lover
Literally all over each other.
Their saved-up desire brooks no denial;
The wave must sweep over the naked isle.
Their bedroom for the night echoed around
With the couple’s own heavy-breathing sound.
Between each other’s loins they go and come,
Their hearts beat to heart louder than a drum.
His caresses meet her every move,
Until she calls him deep into her groove.
The passion of their love now unbounded,
On the headboard and mattress they pounded
Until they climax, with both sides groaning,
I-love-yous in French through lips intoning.