Whore Lover

Fingertip flames dance across skin
With a pleasing moan, she lets him in
Smooth lips embrace the moment
Fire and Ice
Worked so nice

He rocks her, to her very core
Her legs wrap around him
He lifts her up, time and time again, letting gravity do some work
Her head tossed back, a long river of tangled bronze hair reaching her lower back
She pulls away, and says
"For the next hour, you have to pay extra"