I don't need candles for this.  

The glow that emulates from our bodies give light. 

My feet travel backwards quickly to the bed as I slowly. Remove. Everything. 

Sounds of music fill the air. 

Not coming from the radio. 

I. Need. A moment to. Slide down. Down. Dowwwn. 

Is it the alcohol or your touch that leaves me intoxicated. 

A melody escapes me as you grab my hair. 

My body bends and twists. 

The weight of your body holds me in position. 

Go Deep as I take deeper Breaths as u tease my lips 

And I move my hips. 

Play between my thighs as I look in your eyes. 

Its a game to you but I'm not playing. 

I'm saying. 

The door is open. 

Come on in. Come. In. 

-Lola Bee (2007)