A twilight room, happiness blooms, clock hands strike a pose,
Golden divan, I recline on command, Earl Grey assails my nose.
An opened blouse, a loving spouse, me in nude repose,
Full-nipple tit within my lip, I suckle ‘n’ listen to her lows.

Marital rite, performed tonight, love lies within her breast,
Fresh water, whistling hotter; ‘tis my brow, her hands caress.
‘Tis her desire, sets her afire, a nippleberry attests,
And as I nurse, we converse, Earl Grey tea and my lady’s chest.

Woes of the day drift away, Beethoven in the ear,
Testicle massage, manly potage, fingering puppeteer,
Hot tea sips ’n suckled nips ‘til my fluid appears,
Proffers my lips her fingertips with intent ever clear.

A dollop proffered, from my coffer, is licked wantonly,
Shared remains of loving games, my sweetheart nourishes me,
In a twilight room, happiness blooms, people marry appropriately,
We kiss ‘n sigh, indemnified, nippleberry ‘n Earl Grey tea.