One beat, one breath, one touch
Heart races with the enjoyment
One breath turn to one as the taste crosses
Taste of the one, Feel of the one
One touch lead to a feeling of velvet with a coarseness of joy beheld
One is the start one is of two and one of two is overjoyed
The feeling of pleasure and the hint of pain
Pain is all that stands the between pleasure and defeat
Defeat only comes when one refuses to stand undefeated
And the velvet touch of the most moist comes to pass
The tears of the Lion can calm the the waiting beast
The feel of velvet is true to the end
The tears of the beast awaits the answer of the host
The host will take the tears and the loin will forever rest
Rest until the the velvet tears return
Crockpot
Nice depiction!