The peach candle lit beside my bed
Envelops sultry souls with sweat,
And your chest, heaving with desire,
Collides with mine, so soaking wet.
You take the candle, blow it out,
Until in darkness we explore
The peaks and valleys of each surface...
And I'm left wanting even more.
Each stroke of hand along my breast;
Each touch of tongue to dampened skin
Stirs the desire within my core,
And lights the fires of sin within.
You pick up my peach candle
And pour its wax upon my chest.
Then rub it into ivory skin
From 'bove my mound to rounded breast
Deeper you probe with tongue and hands
Until my body lies back weak
And pleased from satisfied demands...
There is no other that I seek.
