Turn On The Lights, Turn Down The Bed

 
Turn on the light, turn down the bed,
I have needs which need to be fed.
No darkened room for this one, no,
I want you sensuous and slow.

Let inner thoughts be wild and free,
And think of how you will please me.
My desire is to make you whole,
So that you scream out of control.

I don't mind scratches on my back,
I rather like that kind of attack.
When you talk in tongues makes me proud,
And as you scream my name aloud.

I find myself between your legs,
Tongue on the pearl until you beg.
When you do me your tongue is rowdy,
You have majored in Love's Degree.

Your legs bent back beside your head,
As we torture that king-sized bed.
We're dripping with sweat something fierce,
And your shrieks my ears they do pierce.

By the end we become as one,
Ecstasy's countdown has begun.
Your legs pointed straight in the air,
I'm like a freight train you'll compare.

We sweat and toil, the end is near,
Back and forth with my lancing spear.
A mighty shout and we are done,
I've emptied the bullets of my gun.

Oh! but she knew how to reload me!