Black garter stockings Tongue lingering From toe to knee Hair pulling Hands unwrapping The present You can never expect the unexpected Late night rendezvous Whiskey and wine mingle between tongues Kohled eyes closing Lips parting Panties sliding Deeper into mystery Valhalla's tables are empty Dionysus has had his fill Alone

Us Moonlight on skin Cold tile gleaming with perspiration Fingers digging Mouths like moths into the light Relentless Speaking for no tomorrow For here I am home In your temple and I pray