“The Giving Of My Love To Rose Lily” Her passion flow is my inkwell…The budded rose is my pen…Her body fullness is of youth…Arching back of glory with a bursting bosom…She presents her parted tenderness…My gentle woman bound to her lily…The softness of her mouth flesh…The warmth and wetness of her passion…The time is now for her to be touched…As her love flows…With out word she looks to me for more…Starving her eyes plead, make it start again…I am with her but we watch us from the highs…Put me back and then join me she lovingly cries…I have for you from me…And from you to yourself…Never before has bliss touched her…It is I that is holy this she now knew…Love me more and more her spirit gently smiles…As she begins to glisten on her brow and breasts…Our breath she surely loses…The passion is all ours…The ascension is “ALLS”…My rose pen to her passion drips thick…Slow movement and soft sounds she steadily shows herself…A digit in two seconds is eagerly lost…Your cup runnith over, I can not contain it nor myself…Drink from me she howls in a feathered angelic voice…Eagerly I drink as the roll of her woman is gentle to my mouth…Soft yet large is our height…Low tenseness and twitching is ongoing…In her collapse she tells me with a murmur…Continue my true love since it is our pleasure…Until my withered strength returns…Ever so truly I do oblige her,As her silky wet thighs still do quiver…With every sip and with every suckle I’ve become quenched…With every taste and with every touch…Into pulsing love I await to be surely drenched…But alas I wait stilly, till she wakes from my voice calling…MY BEAUTIFUL ROSE LILY.