The sun rising
The sun rising
You, wet dripping
All over the bed
Tied, the passion and excitement build
Desire escapes
Sweating drops of love
On Saturday morning
With ten fingers
I pleasure you
On Saturday morning
You squirt everywhere
On Saturday morning
The master will play with your body
Living our imagination
With wandering fingers
And right after,
I’ll sit on a chair and read you a story
About a girl who isn’t afraid
Of any demon
by Eli Dom