Endorphin Theory

Sometimes the world gets downright dreary
And I get so very weary
Have a drink and get quite beery
Hope to make my woman cheery
So try out my endorphin theory

Heeding not refusal dread
Gently lie her on our bed
With her lovely thighs well spread
Kiss and lick those lips so red
Till her nectar's sweetly shed

Her moans of 'Oh, magician cunning'
Turn me on and I start cumming
Pearls cascading from my plumbing
On to sheets softly drumming
Accompany her erotic humming