I’m lost in sweet memory. In spirit I’m there.
I ache with such strong longing that I have no other care.
I feel sprightly. I feel spry. At once my whole body swoons.
This morning, be high. Let’s **** after noon.

I feel all the flutters, long gone, ever there.
I bathe in your essence. I breathe in your air.
I see the horizon. I devour the moon.
My temperature’s rising. Let’s **** after noon.

Make me arch. Make me twist. Make me tremble and moan.
I still feel you inside me, even when I’m alone.
Oh sensations! You send me the greatest of boons.
Your liquids you’ll lend me. Let’s **** after noon.

I draw on the past. Happy heat fills my head.
Such strength cannot last. Let’s spend it instead.
Lend me some minutes, and let’s find a room.
Body cries, “nothing in it!” So let’s **** after noon.

Often focused on spirit, now I hunger for form.
And when at last I am near it, supple muscle, flesh, and sweet warmth.
I spread ever eager.
Feed my fervour and fever.
Naught else do I know,
But needs must be met soon.
Force my falsetto,
When we **** after noon.