She's a vision in my heart and soul,
as I close my eyes I can feel her smile.
Water flowing slowly in a nearby stream,
as she teaches me the art of making love.
Practice control she moans in my ear,
not hard and fast but slow and gentle.
Like a pen writing on a delicate leaf,
so as not to tear the fabric of life.
Until spasms take my body's control,
and my semen soaks into her being.
Knowing that it will leave a yellow stain,
as it seeps into her panties on the way home.