with My head jacked into heaven song My mouth pressed tight to your breast legs round Me as we rock so slow riding the white light express your body trembles as you dance on me to the music of our sighs and moans you move above me with feline grace hips swaying, baby give it up to me your back arches, you cry to Me take me deep and make it flow I feel you squeeze me oh so tight ride me hard till first light I feel your gentle shower fall the first rain of many to come that bathe me on a stormy night riding the white light express
W. I. Boucher July 28, 2002