The meeting of the club closed to be promised not boring -
Thirst for action in the views of intimate, movements, smell ...
Soft light and wine, whisper light, measured blues -
Before the storm calm, but with the first thunder peals.

"Time X" (or "X three times" declared in the announcements) -
The music theme gets a little hotter,
The light goes out completely, we put bandages on our eyes -
At the cooing request coming from the lady DJ ...

In the disturbing darkness, all sensations are exacerbated.
Smell catches perfume frank sex.
It is warm in the club hall, but now it’s like a heat
Smoothly, as if in water, I begin my movement ...

Immersed in the boundless sea of ​​mutual touch,
As a diver for pearls, into the abyss - without a shadow of a doubt.
Strongly, I touch each contact,
I feel with all my essence - and I give feelings ...

I trust the tide, the waves of the bodily sea,
Suddenly, like a flash, by a shark that sensed close prey,
I move a little forward - I aggressively but gently grab
The one that is here and now - for me, outside the laws of decency!

My hands will recognize you through the veils of the movements
You smell that aroma which attracts me.
Reciprocate ardent, crazy-spring,
Your kisses - the skin leaves a trail of fire ...

You have a delicious taste and hot, tender lips,
Waves of soft hair whose color will remain a mystery.
I am surrounded by tender passion beautiful breasts,
I catch your sighs and get more and more excited by them!

That nails dig at you violently in my back,
Cuddling wildly and passionately, a rising wave,
Immediately - slid down unexpectedly, sharply,
Language turn desire into a real volcano!

The rhythm of music - we feel, but not now we hear it ...
Rising slowly, like a snake wriggling,
Catching you in my arms, the path continues a little higher
Before touching the wet - the sheath and sword are the same ...

How many times have you screamed at the peak of raging passion ...
How many times the fountain poured out in your depths!
How did you find frantic velvet sofas in this dance?
As without strength, we were in the arms of hot, single ...

Again a soft, charming blues; echoes of the elements -
In tart-sharp, drunk stronger wine flavor.
Meditation of feelings in a desert free from thoughts ...
Time to gather strength, so again to waste so sweetly.