Dark Side of the Moon,
playing on your radio.
Taking you,
into my arms.
Holding you tight.
Telling you,
you are my Bee’s Knees.
Turning your frown,
into my smile.
As my tongue licks
your honey.
Driving you to
pull my hair.
Closer
Deeper.
Moaning.
On my Ivory tongue.
Your Ebony thighs,
yielding your honey.
Calling me,
your Lover Boy.
