Tantric - iio, Nadia Ali

Lights are dim, the aroma

Of the incense fills the room

Roll the curtains, welcome

Inside

Sandy outsides, lusty dune

Slip my veil off, as our eyes

Lock

Presence of electric

Thoughts

Bashful motives, so you

Notice

How the slippery lips will

Cross

…Don't stop now… Don’t stop

Now… Don’t stop now… Don’t

Stop now

Heavy breathing, oh this

Teasing

Slowly pleasing, gentle

Strokes

Moistened entry, stay

Above me

Clear and loudly, state the

Pose

Make it tantric, I won’t panic

I’ll submit to each command

I’m your maiden, I’m

Consumed in

All of you and your

Demands