You and I, sitting by the campfire,
I long to kiss you so deeply,
Making love until dawn.
Holding you gently
Fills me with warmth,
Foraging for your filthy, fervid love
Amidst a sensual storm.
The fragrance of your valley of love
Carries the scent of an exquisite orchid,
Drowning in a torrid honey bottle,
Nibbling your cheeks from the pottle.
Let’s quench our thirst,
By sinking our lips together,
Letting them linger and dwell
In the glow of this warm campfire.