Now that the candles are lit in darkness and rose petals are sitting on the surface of the water.
A glass of whiskey is softly in the graps of your fingers
And your eyes look as though you're falling into a slumber
Then I shall be in that moment
Sitting in the other end of the tub,
Watching you slide to my end as we sit naked back against my chest and water sits just breathe your breast
And now that my hand fondles you softly beneath the water as you struggle to resist the pleasure, the other is wrapped around your neck as you whisper in my ears,
Don't stop.
