Though forbidden, still I dream of her in my arms
To quench the passion burning in me
She has become, my yearning, my every plea
I’m subdued by her subtle charms
My defense she disarms

Her curvaceous body, in my mind I undress
                     Her neck, her breast, my lips hunger to caress
Soon will come a night she won't ever forget
When I’ll make her sweat, . . . fret and wet

Her physique is state-of-the-art
Her legs I desire to part
She must be juicy
Cause she makes me so hard that I wanna shove
myself, deep inside . . . inside her . . . sugar cove

That’s when passion will explode in forbidden bliss
Making our mind go totally amiss
Her body will shiver in erotic convulsion
Consuming me, with her sensual, profound compulsion

Nothing will subdue this unquenchable fire
For it is forbidden, it burns without expire
She's the climatic ecstasy of implosion
The coronation, my Queen of passion