I lie on top of you, in the middle of a passion thrust
The extension of me rides inside the middle of the velvet soft tunnel of your womanhood
Heavy dew drops falls off my forehead, landing in the valley of your soft pear shape breasts
Intimate moaning, groaning, heavy breathing, the smell of intimacy, the sound of soft music in the background crowds the air
My extension falls in, then pulls out, falls in, pulls out, deeper... deeper, inside you, while staying in rhythm with the movement of your hips
It floats inside you like a big ship in a hurricane, crashing through the high waves on it's way up, slamming it's way down, slapping the bottom of the waves like my extension slaps the back of your womb
And just like a big ship out in the high seas, the waves are rough, but the ride is smooth, once you ride in the rhythm of the waves
Right after you hit the peak of the storm, the eye of the storm cums in, then you take rest, before the swell of the storm starts over again