Passion
Baby it’s that look in Your Eyes
Your Hungry touch on my trembling thighs
The taste of you lips
The grind of your hips
The lustful breaths we take
As my hands being to rake
Your curly hair and firm back
And Your hands clenching
My small rack
Baby it’s the Hungry squeeze of my waist
As Our yearning Hearts race
In the Heat of our Passion
It’s a wonder that our clothes are still Fastened
I want You and You believe
You Need me too...
Fulfill your desire
Baby you could Burn me
With Your Love’s Fire
You could leave me Charred
Now that You are rock solid, rock Hard
Baby it’s the ride of Your wandering and exploring hands
As they discover my Netherlands
My whimpers and Your sighs
That all started with
That Hungry Look
In Your Sexy Eyes