Point Of Words

Always be compelled to cream
Inevitable with all the beauty that is you
even if my energy is depleted
seek to be your one man pleasure crew

The dulcet sounds of your voice
heat generated in soaked moves
if yours was ever lost darling
we are giving you back the groove

What worn is really secondary
my chocolate a taste I hope you like
you see have thrown in towel
to avoid arousal is a useless fight

Reception of ardor in high doses
corridors of pleasure shared domain
predictable not this course of nature
but the most soothing type of rain

So I banter on in excess my
excuse is captivated by your charms
my intentions are only the sensual
never disposed to cause you harm