Last evening in the bright lights
Danced well into the night
The vibe was right
No fuss no fight

Came home and had that slow grind
Anita Baker playing
Our bodies swaying to the rhythm
Quenching each other
Nothing else existed in our world
In the end ... there was no end
No one wanted an end

It is Saturday morning
The sun rays hit my eyes
Rolling over, there you're
You smile and snuggle up next me
I start having Ideas
You egg me on
I oblige