Your lights blind me. Something about your eyes that’s binding and hugging, even clouding to my senses … Don’t turn it low. I want you to confide in me. Because I dig your flow and how you roll. Your lights turn me on, they flicker and I stare. When darkness is thicker you always  illuminate, leaving me with a lot to anticipate.

My thighs bind you. Something about my smile you say, that’s amazing and enticing, even exhilarating. I won’t let it go without you. I won’t hide when you need me. I know you believe in me, because I entrust in you. From the floor to the ceiling, to every part of my body, my soul fills you. And if this feeling is too strong, turn your lights low.