Making Love To Her Mind Upon Ancient Times.

Ancient is my soul my foot prints left upon the sands of time. My love is a beach, she is the ancient ocean that's crashes upon the shores of my mind.   Her touch is the river that travels up my spine. Waves of passion comes upon me, dancing upon my belly how ancient her whine.  
               Wetly I am soaked from her enchanting kiss. I become a instrument in her grips as she stroking my bliss. I find heavens in her eyes.As I cling onto her as a star clings to a wish.  My mouth is in ecstasy, as I feast from her dish. I dip my tongue into her vineyard, sweet wine drips from my lips.  She rides upon this mighty stallion as I am gently whipped.  
              My broadsword pulsating with might, I slide inside of her open sheathe. And I slash through the night, I fall in rise, as I come into her light.  Our love mingles like a hand to a glove and the fitting is tight. She moans upon my chest as the sun comes into sight. Ancient love, upon ancient times. I mold her senses as I make love to her mind.