The Last Waltz

Erotic sojourns for the weary
Vanquished moments in solitary
Plundered ecstasy, tasted, wasted
Wrested from her embrace

There she lays, dying to unveil
Her true eye, so sly
And not a soul would testify

So my lust to test her courtesy
You know it got the best of me

Aroused instincts lured
Trapped in her enticing gaze
Foreboding pleasures rumored
Across her lustrous breasts
Plundered ecstasy, tasted, wasted
Wrested from her embrace

Primal romance born in a carnal dance
My light will vanish as her lust flourishes
From her wanton lips escaped velvet promises
Of eternal copulation like a blissful damnation