Clothing falling to the floor,

A pile of silken rubble,

Polluting my bedroom carpet,

Sexy skin shines beneath lace and tie,

Laying sexily upon my bed,

Face up, face down, taking deep breath,

Soaking deep into the linen,

Floods of pleasure not seen since the Ark,

Rested on the bed of the Mount,

Clothing raining down,

Passion tying them in knots,

Forever locked in passionate knots,

Sewn together by Cupids love string,

Arrived and pierced through our love stained sheets,

Riding that final wave of love on silken splendor.