The erotic connection serves a purpose, creating moistness emanating from the sacred temple. Lubricating our bodies in preparation for this sensual ritual. Bless me with your touch, The fluids drip from your orafice. I lay breathless, utterly spent from pleasure only my body appreciates. My soul however, is already content, intoxicated with the sensuality you produce. Like pheromones, you secrete sexuality, it oozes from your presence. My thighs palpitate in anticiption of release. I fight, not willing to let your sultry embrace end. You continue consuming and devouring to your hearts content. No longer in control, my body pulstates repeatedly, uncontrollably. Helpless against your rhythmic movement, overcome with pure ecstasy from the torrid walls of your sweet lips. Your words, your touch push me to the brink, and with this, the consummation is complete.