Even in the open air, It still feels like We are doing it inside the pantry You perspire with intense passion And I enjoy the saltiness of your sweat While another part of me enjoys Another kind of saltiness As my insides twist with motions of your dexterity, I manage to stroke your behind with my palms Smoothness rivaled only by the breasts you willingly point Into my mouth and begged that I taste it I try to hide my excitement at the forward plea But in this night, you wouldn't have noticed even if I betrayed some I can barely make out those pink nipples, Parts of it glistening with moonlight and my saliva That's when your beauty struck me and I pulled you down While two vascular muscles play despots in each hole they had conquered I don't know... Most of the time I am scared But this time, I want to give in And you must, as well... That's when scratched the skin on my back A sorry end to your $20 french manicure