Pure love for her...

Irma, My Waussie,

He saw, She looks at him out of her lazy seat, She tries to reach him, With her eyes which like to say, Yeah you come and join me. We play that one game where the tension rises, Caressing counting, Who the valuable plus points gets, So come stay lazy whit me. I look at her for a while. To, Let her enjoy her own doing. Because he has time, Even though we walk almost the passion of the night over.

The later the evening, O yeah the more beautiful she is, Especially the wine contributes to this end. But he has time, Time runs too fast. She plays the game even higher than, By just looking at him. Wow she lets him soar through the whole shebang. He feels the danger, And he is all week, Oo yeah she makes him crazy of sentences. But he loves it. Let go her eyes caressing. Wow he will take time, Her temptation makes him stack.

Until the highlight remains on the tension, Which rises to the top. Wow, Til he can not go further, Together they go over the head then he gives his resistance to her. I am overcome by her love and encouragement, No time that stops her. Until they are ready have come by her wild love, Game. She says, See I win again. Is it a time of her and him, A single game, Or a double party. And the winner is that she, He or them. Its he who takes the time just for her. Yes pure time, Only time ... And pure,

Irma, My Waussie, Love for her...