Special Nights

On those special nights.      
He knows what I like,      
What makes me tick.      
My needs and desires      
What buttons to press.      
He dont just play me,      
He plays me out in his head,      
He see's my climax before me.      
I let him use me, I'm his.
      
He never lets me down,      
He keeps me on a high.      
I dress for me during the day      
I dress for him during the night.         
I take my time to prepare      
As he awaits my entrance,      
To candle lights soft flicker.      
I often make him wait      
That little bit longer,      
Thats my naughty streak..
      
His lady of the night,      
Sometimes the dirty slut I'm not      
To the passionate lover I am.      
He's never quick, A slow tempo,      
keeps me simmering on the edge.        
He hears my eager sighs    
And pulls me back in time.      
He reads the signs with care,      
And takes me home..slowly. 
    
Excited for my sexual release      
The fireworks about to start.    
He knows my body better than me.    
He makes me wait a little longer,      
He also has a naughty streak...      
He never lets me down,      
I never let him let up.
      
He makes me cry.      
This show of love I give unashamed.        
He makes sure my needs are met.      
His hard work is my reward      
He gives willingly everytime.      
He's patient, never demanding.      
Sometimes we cry out in unison,      
Both our hearts crying to one another,      
In harmonic creative sounds of love.      
Thats why they are special nights.