A bard's life is a hard one

[Burt]

Faedra:

I undress you
With a gentle sigh
I lift you up
With a delicate touch
I brush your lips
With a yearning desire
I inhale your scent
With a wistful fire
I taste your body
With a rising lust
I need you all
With a shot of whiskey

Oh wait sorry, that was just Jonathan musing over a bottle of wine.

Please carry on with the marvellous prose/verse.