We are reflections of what we want.
Night and day spent running to and from our own desires.
We are not who we think we are, we are who we become.
Innocence is an act when your eyes are on me.
Awaken the love drunk animals craving union.
There’s no reason to be afraid of this delicious obsession.
I like to watch your figure in action claiming satisfaction.
We’ve got inhibitions to lose as we lust and thrust.
Baptized in our dangerous appetite, we indulge in the things we shouldn’t.
Decisions, decisions, there are so many ways to make you moan.
Pleasure is a prison we can’t escape by design.
Days go by when you take me under.
Melody making body to body until the Sun comes for us.
Dirty dancing until we’re half off the bed.
Your wild ways keep me in a trance.
Keep your eyes on me as I explore your peaks and valleys.
Your luscious lips feel nothing short of amazing.
Let me trace your exquisite taste with the tip of my tongue.
Don’t look at the time when you’re mine.
Ride my body till the end of the line.
There’s something deeper happening beneath these sheets.
Surrender to the experience, chanting names while holding the sublime.
No separation until our souls transcend this room.
Every motion is a miracle merging us with the stars.
Heaven’s pouring down, overflowing until we drown.
Lust is not lost on us.
The Wandering Mind 