Mark R Slaughter - Fantasy IV lyrics

Pounce of nipple Snatches, Catches me off guard Flounce and ripple Thro' the breasts Arrests Landing hard, I'm flung upon my back To an*lyse the ceiling - No appealing under stress Now under dress - Panties gone And she upon My countenance - I rouse to bait Her feminine way Lead astray by Aromatic warming Of her womanhood, I tune her body's Resonance Thro' eloquence of tongue - Her shrieking Highly strung We up the play