Hot oil upon a willing back
Her senses fight a heart attack
A trickle finds a route all of it\'s own
His hand distributes even strokes
The tenderness that lust evokes
Her inhibitions exit with a groan
Their shadows merge into a dance
The candlelight\'s wink at romance
Illuminates the scene with naked flame
Her protests don\'t amount to much
His ever more intrusive touch
A gasp escapes her mouth to form his name
She turns gyrating wanton hips
He met her soft demanding lips
His tongue prepares her canvas for more oil
His hands return to late to slow
Her tsunami\'s ecstatic flow
Her passion needs release when brought to boil
She looks up with impatient eyes
Pulls him on top of thrusting thighs
The wildcat she had caged is running free
She scratches nibbles tears and bites
His skin responds to these delights
By making sure she hits o number three