Within my hand I hold the key,

That ye might find to unlock thee, 

To hold such swell, then open wide,

To slip well deep, within you slide,

This hard and wide that I provide,

For pleasure thine, this slick divine. 

Thus deeply thrust, again a must,

Then yet again, as you begin, 

To know your soothe, and in you loose,

All every growing inch of me. 

We're sowing well, this ardent knowing, 

What springs so deep, this seeded flowing, 

Will bear you awe, this cargo full, 

This rope of barge, this rope to pull.

Guide well what's spent, from precious hold,

Then deeply drive within your fold.

So wet -- thy slit -- such sight behold,

Be slow my crown, to split this mold,

To hear you sigh while spreading thighs,

This -- yours to take, to press to ache,

Vellore and cream, your slippery dream,

You guide my dribble 'long your seam,

May slow events be heaven's bench,

Be your sweet breaks, to feel each inch,

Of gentle press, of slow the stretch,

What's offered up to slake and quench,

Surrendered free I give to thee, all everything

you'll take from me,

Please take thy fill, I promise thrill,

As goosebumps rise from ecstasy.

I stand before you, for you to see, 

What's yours to hold, this proper key.

Clutch tender tight, then turn it right,

And stay thee open all the night.