The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice. Hearing you speak my name beckoning me to answer, telling me you want me. So I tell you that your the answer to every question I have ever had about love. Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale about us, tracing the outline of your body. Kneeling before you I feast my eyes on your masculinity and all its divinity and I praise you, because all of that is for me. I begin to indulge myself of all the delicacies, digesting semi-sweet decadence as it melts dripping down my chin. Your taste is something that no one could re-create.Needing every atom of your anatomy, necessity is placed upon me, knowing your the source of my serendipity. Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness subconsciously I find myself re-winding our loves scenes in my daydreams seeing that face you make when your making me cum and it makes me want you right there and then. Thinking of you in inappropiate places I get tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place. As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns into a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it. You know my body like the back of your hands and when you touch me it sends me into ecstacy my thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penatration which gets me high, my body rising,my body sweating,my makeup melting while you are pulling my hair, Im panting as your scratching my back I get a temporary case of tourettes because all i can say are four letter words in a four octave range screaming your name... You fucking me makes me bilingual. I see your pink tongue between your lips and I want it between mine and I struggle as you lick torturing me. I try to get away but... not really, running out of room begging for more. Up against the wall that has been scuffed by my high heels again and again. You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still as i willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me. Demanding that I cum for you so i do as I am told, you have molded me so I am good to no-one else but you. You have conquered this my orgasmic world and multiplyed it again and again.... My face radiates with an after-glow, my pillow scented by you a fragrance which haunts me. My room smells of the best sex covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me, your name written on my body with your genetic history again. Love this song....