Light as a feather but hard as a rock Gentle kisses on your neck as we travel through the halls Not a sound to be heard but the tick of the clock One candle lit, our shadows bouncing off the walls
Welcome to the private show No one here but you and me I place your hand down low Nothing between us but space and opportunity
Climbing the tree I love so much Your branches so strong as they cradle me My favorite piece of wood, so firm to the touch There's no other place that I'd rather be
Let the show begin As the curtain falls around my feet Scene one, I let you in Applause can be heard all the way up my street
Front, back - side to side Any audience would love to see this straddle The headboard beats loudly as I ride This mattress is fighting a losing battle
You grab and go deep as I arch my back I beg you for mercy with each heave and ho' Daddy's gone for the kill like a lion on attack As the baseboard gives way with each final throw
All eyes on you, though there's no one around The camera catches every frame An ovation for you when the curtain goes down Don't be surprised when the neighbors know your name...
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