In your arms
I die a hundred ways
And Oh a sweeter
death there is not
You pull me in
and take my breath
My heart no longer mine
Passions rise...screams and sighs
Moans of pleasures
yet to be
The rolling thunder
Flashes of light
The storm outside
can not compare
Your hands
My breast
Your lips
My thighs
Is there no other
way to be
A lovers dance is
all I see
My hands
Your back
My lips
Your chest
A moment not planned
A track never tried
And yet, this train
I knew I would ride
As lovers escape
To another place
The sensual temptations
never ceasing
This ride is far from over...
Return
to the Lady's Chambers
Go back to the previous pillow
Return to the Main Hall
