"Harshness is love's wasting energy
Gluts speed to excite the ending
Rough is the touch, there's no dexterity
No gentleness for love's attending This softest kiss to sweet nape of neck
The dear touch to a full lobe of ear
The importance of hands sensitive trek
Before the heat of passion will sear Stay your rush to find such erotic places
The fountain where nectars' waters erupt
Let soft fingers tingle and kissed embraces
Linger long, before the juices run is supped Take time to learn where moans of passion
Murmer deep before her soft contented sigh
Spend a lifetimes while to gauge the fashion
Where sensations and sensual heat does lie Bring slow to boil the emotive waters' juice
That eruption is sudden damnation's bust
So passions' wild torment is turned loose
And your time is rewarded with satanic lust"
