I think it’s time
to drop the flirty
and just admit
we’re feeling dirty.

Whipped cream,
satin sheets,
whispered words
both hot and sweet.

Softly tell me
what you need,
I’ll give it up,
I’ll make you bleed.

Use magic words,
electric touch,
’til every breath
becomes too much.

Take all you have,
give all I’ve got.
I say we do it, boy,
we’d make sex hot.

.j.