With heaving breasts and trembling thighs,
      I read your prose with wonder.
      I marvel your plot twists and turns;
      This passion pulls me under.

      From lips to toe I feel I know
      The spyboy's supple form.
      And by the end I know with glee
      My bodice will be torn.

      Yes, through your words
      Each inch caressed, our super sexy spy.
      Those lips, those eyes, that hair, that bod;
      Our man is quite a guy.

      Pulsating, throbbing, pressing, burning,
      Your words set me aflame.
      I can't help but think your wanton words
      Could put Roget to shame.

      Your words caress, your prose possess'd,
      Causing quite a conflagration.
      In a stupored state your language serves
      As a muse to my inspiration.

      My grocer wonders why my cart
      I fill with cheesy poofs.
      I can't reveal my obsessive vice,
      So I struggle, I remain aloof.

      And today I sit and take a sip of my
      International Coffee confection.
      (That's low-fat decaf Irish Cream)
      While I wallow in our lovers' affection.

      With bodies melding and tongues trailing,
      My breathing becomes erratic.
      As bruising kisses capture lips,
      I fear I've turned fanatic.

      Through swollen lips, voice hoarse with passion;
      Her name – Ni-KI-ta – he utters.
      Lost in the softness of her mouth;
      My mind's slipped in the gutter.

      He taunts, he tastes, he teases
      With gentle firmly, biting nips.
      His tongue and mouth they trace a trail,
      From throat to waiting lips.

      He worships her with heated flesh;
      His soul, emotionally bare.
      Nails scratch across his muscled back,
      Hands tangle in his silken hair.

      He cups her breast, nibbles her ear;
      Kisses her heated lips apart.
      Their tongues begin a tango'd trip; 
      Their dance, a work of art.

      Wandering hands cup firm behinds
      Massaging sweet and sens'tive flesh.
      Seductively gleaming eyes of blue
      Meet green fire as their souls enmesh.

      With each warm breath that teases skin,
      He plucks her strings of desire.
      Heat courses through his throbbing torch;
      Their eyes meet -- liquid fire.

      A soft caress, a secret glance;
      Lips move to capture hers.
      With tightening pants across his crotch,
      His breath, becoming terse.

      Rub'd soft smooth skin ignites a thirst,
      Talented fingers circle and caress.
      Tongue stealing out; tangled with hers;
      His goal is to possess.

      Igniting, burning, consuming need;
      Hands find her wet and waiting.
      His slippery fingers probe her depths,
      Her outer lips pulsating.

      A deepening kiss, a tender look;
      Hardness rubs against her heat.
      Lips lock upon twin peaks of fire;
      Bodies arch and moan in defeat.

      Stroking, greedily touching her with
      Slow sensuous erotic hands. 
      Hard muscles brush against soft skin;
      She succumbs to his demands.

      Green eyes meet blue, they hold and lock;
      Twin fields of furious desire.
      Bodies touching and sliding from head to toe
      Ignite a slow, deep burning fire.

      Straddling, reaching, leaning down;
      Burning at the apex of her thigh.
      She guides him to her entrance,
      His lust he cannot deny.

      A soft embrace leads to pounding pulse;
      They explode in unbridled passion.
      Her velvet wrapped around his steel,
      And my heart beat goes a'crashin'.

      He fills her, thrusting in and out,
      Teetering ‘tween sane and insane.
      His shaft of pure heat pierces her depths;
      On the brink of pleasure and pain.

      Giving her his body and his soul;
      Her essence, wildfire through is limbs.
      Need courses through him, senses on fire;
      She is his Seraphim.

      His mind's a whirling dervish
      As upon his shaft she's impaled.
      His soul takes flight in her dance of love;
      He's found his holy Grail.

      Legs intertwined, a burning flame;
      Lost in her succulent flesh.
      She meets each thrust with abandonment;
      A slave to his caress.

      Hips part and meet and each one yields
      To the savage rhythmic motion.
      Inandout, outandin, inandout, outandin;
      As they reach their final implosion.

      By the time they're done, their bodies stilled,
      I'm a melted heaping puddle;
      Cheesy poof dust in my hair,
      My brain's a feverish muddle.

      My knees go weak, my flesh gets hot;
      I'm as frail as a newborn fawn.
      Just say it Michael, once for me;
      He complies, he says – Lyons.

      I try to deny my tendency
      To relate to creepy Perry Bauer.
      But my voyeuristic tendencies
      Often land me in a cold, cold shower.

      Michael has that special touch to
      See into our hearts' desires;
      Rips that bodice off our backs;
      Sets our dreams and loins on fire.

      Norma, Jigs, Catsma and ‘chelle,
      Wrigs, caro, ranma and dawn;
      You give us what we want,
      With style, wit and élan.

      Bodice Rippers Anonymous Society,
      Whom I fondly refer to as BRAS,
      Give life to our Canadian-Frenchman's lust;
      Ladies, applause, applause, applause.

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