Skin the hue of an Egyptian Goddess I submit to thee,
Hair as long as Time the ocean current is similar in comparison;
Lips as soft as clouds I yearn to kiss tenderly,
Allow my unworthy eyes to absorb a rare masterpiece.
Allow my hands to wander over such a smooth terrain,
Let my lips and tongue soothe every hotspot they come across
For tonight I am your Love Slave.
Tell me where to go and I shall obey,
Your Love below I hear her every word.
Your lips whisper a moan that intoxicates my senses,
the voice of passion commands me to take you there;
Your wish is my command for I am your Love Slave.
As the seconds are no longer in play,
Minutes has lost its grip;
Hours are only present as I match what you desire.
May I feast once more my Goddess?
No words are spoken,
As you wish for I am your Love Slave.
The rise and fall of your breathe,
The short gasps for air,
The arch in your back,
All indicates that I am performing well beyond what you have expected.
Climax is reached,
words are not spoken only a smile of pleasure.
May I hold you in arms my Queen?
Upon my chest you rest your head,
All I do is for you as I am your Love Slave.