journey to the domican gem (erotica gem)

What is like to lie her in roses
to dance with the beat of her hips
i imagine the howl i made is music to her ears
to make another shifter and regalia
in one realm of erotica

suddenly a devilish smile invited my being, now it has begun...

The water countr'd slowly her body
caressing a lemon-like breast
her pale-apple skin radiated the room
yir florist scent awaken my soul

her hips jerked and chant the ancient song
rush of blood and heat imbuing on us
the mountain with cedar played just as harp
turning the room in colorful moan

i felt her ecstasy mounting on me
thrust mine bastard sword
my maidens wetness adorn the great wand
clashing the pink crystal in between of the logs

it is the night that the warcry is made for us alone...