Don't fight it the feeling is usual the conclusion is critical the position of your stance is pivotal romantic entanglements count as if it was residual let me touch you beneath your hard exterior silly ponds are inferior you don't need clothes here the naked truth will leave a high against the roof fingerprints on the wall are evidence of the truth you should choose to let me take you further then rain storms egging moisture on tough she'll get cracked as my hungry nature got me nibbling on your back as you look back to make sure that you show me that you're relaxed I have my fingers working a body like a musician playing a delicate sax beautiful music made on sheets lyrics read in body movements silky smoothness of the slow tempo as you hit a unfamiliar high note....