I blush, turn pink and light purple, I toss and turn and turn at night, I smile and I laugh for no reason... I have secret thoughts and daydreams, I am high...

Oh, what an emotion again, that you invoke in my inner being, that cringe that you awaken in my inner womanly loins... Describe thy method, Houdini of romance, the illusion and tricks you play in my mind and on my body.

Oh, I remember what you do that makes me sing such high notes...
That eludes me into clay for you to play with...

You touch with exploring intentions and search for every spot of love manifests; you service every part of my being. You kiss with a need to satisfy, you grab with the intention to intensify and persist to utterly pleasure me... I reciprocate the gestures...

I cringe and smile at the same time; breathless and palpitating, trying to grab hold of the situation of nervous conditions... I don't want to get hold... I levitate without leaving the ground...

Mmmm, that the thing you do... Voodoo man of pleasure...
Prescribe once again thy medicine...