The roof the roof the roof is on fire, but never fear its the fire of desire I have for a poetess such as you. Your very words enchants my very soul, your every whisper, makes my equilibrium unbalanced, and my heart race. For I have found you my sweetness, and I will never let you go. Lay down as we prepare to engage in a feast of neverending passion. Pop goes the cork on the champagne no glass is needed as I pour it gently over the thighs & between the legs, for you are the glass that I shall drink from. As my hands rub over your body, and my tongue in your body, freakness at its best, knowing your pleasure point I begin to press. Body jerking & moving violently yet easing with calmness as I lick the glass clean.