Don't think for a moment that I am complaining,
by Orlando Belo
because I love everything that you do.
Every time we get into the throws of love
I see another side of you.
You become a whole different woman,
your modesty and shyness departs.
A persona of the wildest of cats appears,
and you purr, and hiss from the start.
Your prelude to love raises my interest
by the way you tantalise and tease.
I'm sure your finger nails grow for purpose,
as they incite your will to please.
Passion pushes aside your demeanour,
your desires advance to lust.
Your muscle control is so amazing
along with your pelvic rotations and thrust.
You excite me with your love choreography,
knowing when to slow down and pause,
and when to increase movement to a crescendo,
with the use of silence, music, or noise.
I'm sorry I didn't intend to make you blush
or even to embarrass you.
I just wanted to say that you are awesome
in everything that you say or do.