GOOD MOANING
The Son rises when those legs open. Blinding me from remembering how tired I was before you woke me up.
I hear your love calling when those toes are waving near my ears. Telling me to come on in-balls deep-the only time we enjoy repeats.
You know my favorite tune. It’s that throaty thing you do.
You like when I bang and beat those drums, until we blow the speaker… BOOM!