Si'orghra

I have whispered your name in the dark of night
I wait for the gentle breeze to feel you fall upon me.
In the contentment of the evening I will delight in your kiss.
I will feel your cloak slip across my delicate skin.
Sip and taste all of my moisture
as my hand and body glide to the orgasmic pulses.
You said I was your sweet delicacy.
Taste of me.
Drink me.
Crave every drop of my dew.
Knowing that I am looking back at you.
You are the purity and love of my dreams.
I feel the stirring of the wind my love.
I hear your lovely accent upon the breeze.
ta gra agam duit
I truly do.
It's you that rustles me
and peacefully leads me to
beauty and contentment.
You are mo chuisle mo chro. (the pulse of my heart)