Step out of those clothes and into your dirty thoughts.

Beg from the entrance until I touch your beating heart.

Its not hard to feel so right but it’s hard… and it’s tight,

Can you fight it?

We grip the vibe and subscribe to a higher feeling, kneeling for the scribe, this tongue conquers and divides.

X marks the spot, place your hand where it’s hot, directions to the top, Will you beg me to stop?

Ride the rhythm, guide your vision, The only decision is a mission to please.

Will you finish on your knees or surrender to the length… beneath the stars, our bodies, in sync.