If I had my way.. I would indulge in the composition of your bitter sweet sin twenty.. four...seven..I would caress every inch of your creation for countless hours..Grasping the core of your existence so vigorously you would have to shake my very essence from your soul..If I had my way.. We would be lying in a bed of forever.. Your manhood and my femininity woven so tightly.. There will be no beginning and no end.. Our very being becoming as androgynous as the process of creation.. The extension of your masculinity drilling seamlessly..endlessly.. Forever into my Eden..