Flowing satin sheets
Eyes pierced on my nakedness
The virgin smell she weeps
As she trembles

My finger caressing her lips
A soft kiss I give
As my hand slowly moves across
Her hips

The flower
Is to blume
But is it time

A thousand thoughts
I think
Is she another grape
On the vine

So beautiful
and so youg
Is it only a mans feast
I would have won

Temptation and pleasure
I am falling in
No longer my will
As the youg one
Pulls me in...