In shadows cast by moonlit hotel halls,
A tale unfolds as desire calls.
The taste of sugar on blood-red lips,
A dance of passion, as the moonlight dips.
Lavender blooms in the moon's embrace,
Weaving through strands of dark chocolate grace.
Fingers linger in a silky mesh,
In intimate corridors, a whispered hush.
Can't wait to feel inside of you,
The cold has turned your face blue.
Let me give the warmth your cold and desire full body needs,
And let me give nourishment to your soft lips that plead.
Shivers down the spine, I want your soul to be mine,
As you enjoy being a cowboy, the ecstatic sounds twine.
A Sensualaria of moments, pleasure's embrace,
In the twilight's glow, two souls interlace.
~ K
