Petal-soft lip Dancing tips Handprint on my undulating hip Twist my hair Ember in your stare Circle me like a piece so rare Arms praise the sky Worshipping my thigh trailing up my stardust side Silken-scarf wrapped 'round my waist Gliding up my ******* posthaste Hands are proud, anything but chaste Confident, urgent, pressing on Convincing me what's right, what's wrong Your long black hair, Samson's song Mind is spinning, tripping, slipping All I feel is your heart and breathing Nothing's holding me back from giving Rhythm, fast, space, beat Touch, glide, hot, heat Two heavenly bodies collide and meet