I don’t know how, but you hit it…

No, I must say, you nailed it,

and it gets better each time,

in the rhythm a powerbeat,

your mouth, wisdom pounding

my own heartbeat, a breakthrough,

blowing melody in my sweet spot

through the saxophone sounding

a triumph awaiting our final coming

together we’ll fondle excitement

dance ourselves to empowerment…

All day, again and again, I bite my lip smitten by all the ways I can envision playing a game called “Sweet Spot” in which I suck all your sweets as my favorite treats.

(Reality readers: Wow, so easy to love this new track, to go sneak off and do it again and feel the energy that flows through my whole body as I listen (my naughty making my appetite so much more of a lustful  craze-crave, but I know I MUST behave!!!

Oh, how I long to play…

Funny, kid in bed and him in the garage, I’m alone on a Saturday night again. But, that’s ok, I’ll just pull out a little friend, who lights up my dark by showing me a door that opens me OUT of my world 🚪;)