7 Days a Week

I love the way you dance,
especailly when you're in a trance,
because I get you to do anything,
even a belly dance,
that soft skin on your belly
will be dancing soon,
because I cast a spell on the moon.

You're naughty when you're under a trance.
Let me see you do that belly dance.
Could you come over here and give me a lap dance?
I want to someday get inside your pants.
Oh, you look so good in tight pants,
but loose will do fine, too,
just as long as it's the beautiful you,
the rocking and rolling you,
that is doing it,
then it should be amazing, either way.
Especially on a Sunday.

On a Sunday, I can hardly tell
which legs are mine, other than the hairs.
On a Sunday, I can do anything to you,
when you've thrown away all of your cares.
It's just a way of your heart and soul,
and one I wish to one day be able to control.
But if you just stay with me,
you'll forever be happy.

Your hips grind into mine,
your smile and eyes lighting the pitch-dark room.
Your legs entwine in mine,
your kisses so sweet all the time.
I just wish for one thing,
and could you grant my wish?:
it's that I want to know you, everything about you.

Now, we're rolling on the bed,
having S-E-X.
I just so much want to make you tease me,
but you don't get clues, and that's okay.
Me and my seed can most certainly wait.
But until then, happy times with you
Will always be insane...happy...always amazing.

You lean into my ear and kiss me here...
and then you whisper, softly:
"I'll grant your wish, but grant me mine."
I whisper back, "What wish is that?"
You whisper in return, "Let me fuck you from behind."