It's these cold late nights
that I treasure dimmed lights
soft warm breath on my neck
in love soaking my back.
Baby, not too often do I tell
what there is in my thoughts well
believe me, such a feels mess
not leaving me any rest.
My stilettos become heavy
and the admiration levy
of this Greek body that you wear
and your scent in mid air.
My body marked with your lips
and nails scratching my hips
losing my breath, and my mind,
and myself, as you grind.
Every little inch of my skin
longs for this sweet sin
and the shape your body makes
right next to me, on this pillowcase.
Baby, like a roller-coaster ride
like the ocean's last tide
love can leave you quiet, if it takes a notion
but tonight, baby, it was an explosion.
Our breathing syncs its pace
slowly this becomes a race
reaching for the top of the world
as it all becomes sweaty and blurred.
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