I want your eyes to be open, my cloud to be
Free and gone over the horizon
So I can kiss your righteous skin.
Will you lay down in my bed and have me, sweet Asha?
Have me, have more of me, just a taste or one
More taste.
Send me on your impossible errands,
To be more than a slave to your thighs.
They don’t want to walk this way
But I fall for you in a religious fashion.
Oh my god Oh my god my love
My raging inferno of sweet sex!
Every time is better — why aren’t you here now to
Prove me right?
