'Get me lit, baby'.
Lit me, higher than the craving hormones.
Let the bed creaks get louder with every stroke of your little devil (shall I call it MASTER)
Let the chills that run through our veins be a witness to our little secret
I will gag and gulp on every word and beast that comes out of you
Say no more
The night is ours to relish
We repent in the morning
Our voice ringing out in echoes as we bow heads and sing, 'ABBA father'
For this night, I shall be the EVE eating the real apple.
GET ME LIT, BABY!!!