Guns and Roses

By linen by us the shock rekindles,

Way back for years in fundamentals,

the soak of panties sweat my brow,

tell me what you allow,

stockings hang atop the mantle,

pulling down the sacred candle,

unlit by its glow I breathe,

and proceed to undo the freak,

canyons color the gaps in the path,

enjoying tearing towards the swag,

crossing rivers to get to land,

adoring her looks while she takes the bath.