We kissed, the french way.
Our eyes to each other sweet things they did say.
Our adventurous hands explored each others human form.
Our sexual feelings were building up into a climatic storm.
We skipped the light fandango.
And energetically performed cartwheels across the floor.
Into a sexual frenzy our souls did flow.
We could not contain our sexual madness no more.
Our moans and groans echoed all around.
It was a sexually orchestrated sound.
Then we reached our highest peak.
And from us our strength did quickly leak.
We shut our eyes and fell asleep.
Together we lay in an exhausted heap.