Gently cover the lotus with your lips,
And fall to the bud with a secret.
And caress the petals for a bonus
Lick the nectar that flows.
Draw a trace of love on my skin,
Dipping your fingers into mousses of passion,
And with your tongue, like a whip, hot,
Leave the stigma with the seal of power.
Make me moan again,
So that for the umpteenth time, savoring spasms,
Orgasm to pour Love confession ...