Our Tenderness Flows
In lacy black
She invitingly lures
The love of her man
Strong and pure
On our bed she lies
As i see through the black
Her curvaceous body
Shows no lack
Enticing in pout
Her lips glossed
She draws me in
I'm about to be bossed
My hands wander
Over her black attire
While the man in me
In furnace desire
Our souls meet
Flesh to flesh
As her breasts stand proud
Through the lacy black mesh
Bodies impressed
As we join at the hips
Lips to lips
As our loving grips
In rhythmic sway
Our tenderness flows
As my love for my love
Internally grows
In explosive delight
Her body arcs
Our love this evening
Orchestral manoeuvres in the dark
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