Lips sumptuous you have in a way quiet, br Excites me to consume them with a kiss br To give my heart a sensational riot br Of penchant wild, draws me into its abyss. br Within is stroked like the wind keen on trees, br Like the summer at its brightest in June; br Your tongue, rich like creamy soup made from peas, br My tongue rubs like fingers petting a prune. br Through the kiss is pleasure marked as crystal, br Our hearts grasping each other without bar. br Their heat flares as the bang of a pistol, br Flare rhythmic like erotic guitar. br Savouring you is tense felt so brooded, br Touch of the kiss is never concluded.