A Classic Sunday Afternoon

We're laying on bed
Watching Netflix
Drowsiness' working on us
We're lovely embracing
Almost like a habit for us
Neither you or me love habits
Never forget we're still animals
Suddenly I loose control of my hand

She's traveling her tights
Cuddles raise temperature
My brain is getting down
My other brain is turning on
She's getting wet though I haven't touch her
We don't talk anymore
This is the beginning of the fusion hour
Your smile traduces your sex drive

I feel your heart
Beating faster
As I'm going faster
Inside your pleasure
You're on fire

A hundred degrees inside you
Inferno is emerging from you
We don't want this to end
Because we never feel alive as much as right now

We're still watching the movie
You didn't dress again
I'm paralyzed by endorphins
We think that we have finished our favorite sport
But then
Suddenly your hand is coming visiting my favorite friend
I was thinking that he was sleeping
But surprisingly he's answering the call
As I'm saying why not myself
My girl is already sitting on me now

I feel your heart
Beating faster
As I'm going faster
Inside your pleasure
You're on fire

Now the air is unbreathable
I feel like I lifted weights
During days
She lost her voice
My balls are gone
We run until the shower
The water is almost as hot as us
And I'm blocking on your booty
The drops of water makes it perfect
You've already guessed that I'm in
Again
Again
Again
Again

I feel your heart
Beating faster
As I'm going faster
Inside your pleasure
You're on fire

I feel your heart
Beating faster
As I'm going faster
Inside your pleasure
I'm on fire