I have *** on Sunday mornings
Tuesdays too
Well, any day I can to be honest
It’s just something I like to do
I don’t nip behind closed doors
Wrap curtains or silk sheets tight
I don’t need scented candles, whipped cream or Barry White
No-siree
I make love in wide open spaces
Without a whit of shame (We don’t own ****** veils or wear a family name)
No-siree
We’re too blissed out for who-called-who
Doped up on the intoxicating hue of shiny morning dew