Satin on, your shoulders sliding

Gravity on my side again

Tracing down your spine untilThe lace is on the floor

You ain′t even got a bed frame yet

But the mattress cool

Last time I checked

The last time that I slid through

We were discussing where head once its over

Hard as hell to keep my composure

And when the miles disappear

And the inches accrue

With your lips on my neck and the rest of you too

I shake my ancients envision an outer sanctum

A world we crafted from pages

Apples Adams and ancients

How loving you was a cadence

How loving me makes me braver

Courage beyond the ballad

Ain't no way they can tame us