molten of passion

The room has been burning candle scent,
Come unto my sheets...not a wrinkle nor a dent,
For you i wait to share my love,
I promise,;i neither won't hurt or ignore the glove,
Though, as we descend into foreplay, my fingers won't need such,
Control is the key to hold an eruption, baby don't gush

As we lay bodies entwined, emotions run wild,
As your tongue thrust deep into mine throat,
Oxygen seems to give way to lust,
How i survive from this point?
Is all on thrust after thrust

My hands are out of control,
Frantically they move; surveying the mythical contours of your body,
Breath by breath, our bodies press harder,
Racing through an eternal moment,
Our hearts seem to fuse together as one,
How i wish this moment could last forever...

Love dripping from our graceful bodies seeks to remind us,
From our passion the devil heralds an inferno,
The goddess of sex arises as the heat becomes pleasantly unbearable,
When will the molten of passion erupt...lies in her to decide,
As she ponders- i conclude,
It now rests in you to adorn me in sin...