INSPIRED BY 'MM..THE TASTE OF PLEASURE'

Making love with you in your penthouse high  
would sure feel like being among stars in sky,
frolicking like gods on Mount Olympus
while New York streets teem storeys below us,
as you share the secrets of your boudoir
while I bring to you my manly ardour.

We are in the home of 'Sex and the City',
but no other view I would find pretty
than the lingerie on your Creole skin
proclaiming the sexy tigress within
under the white fur-trimmed red Santa robe
whose teasing hemline tempts a finger probe.

We start with kissing and close caressing,
before straying hands complete undressing,
The pieces of our clothes make trail on the floor
as I chase after you through the bedroom door,
to behold each other perfectly unveiled.
Upon my north pole you will soon be impaled.....

Sh...don't say sorry for Brazil waxing:
I'm turned on by thoughts of bare skin maxing,
a beguiling strip for lips to land on,
to set your limbs writhing in abandon
while tongue takes on board taste of your pleasure
before I introduce my full measure,......

first among the lips and tongue of your mouth
before you welcome me deeper down south.
Instincts take over, there's no controlling
our desires as amidst silk sheets rolling
our limbs around each other entangle,
none could come between us, make triangle.

When love has been made, we lie together,
watch out of window the change in weather
as the flakes of snow descend from the sky
like ticker tape on hero passing by
as he makes a triumphal returning
from a victory or safe landing.