Let’s start once the morning sun appears,
With your knees up high and your back against the bed.
Your toes softly waving as your fingers devour the muscles on my back.
Your teeth biting on your lip as your eyes struggles to the back.

Now that the moon is awake,
Small candles are lit around the mirror.
Your reflection has me behind you,
And my breath flowing down your neck to your shoulders.
Fingers sliding down beneath the Navel,
Looking dead into your eyes and all I see is desire.
Now that my lips already taste like yours,
only on my knees will I be able to spread yours.