I remember when poems were written about me,
how I inspired words to be formed in your creative mind when you thought of me.

I still feel your eyes gazing on my skin when you thought I didn't notice.

Darling, you make me velvet, soft and lovely, only in the way you know how.

You touch me with your fingertips and my skin bursts into flames, like an active volcano.

Don't you know that your passion leaves my heart urning for more and my urges become wild?
My darling, I moan to your caress and I love the way your hands softly brushes my white skin into deep, lunatic extasy.