Don’t mind the piano, close your eyes,
Ingest the drum hum that never lies,
And before the tune could make you sigh,
Let the bass possess and caress your thigh.
Brushes rustle teasing antique cymbal’s brass
As the skirt whispers climbing above your ass,
And I am for you getting swelled with lead,
Cannot take my eyes off your panties’ red.
Be a good girl, let me claim you mine
For a day, for an hour, rain or shine.
It’s my winning streak on a losing bet
To forget, to let go, to regret and yet
I will mark you with lips and teeth and tongue,
Get you moan, whimper, stretched and strung
Under me returning my every thrust,
We can share once more our bitter lust.
Trumpet solo unleashed descends your spine
To remind you, my funny valentine,
That each day you are with me to stay –
Each day is Valentine’s Day.
