All this talk about deep conversation
Spreading with delicate tenderness
Makes me want to write you a love song
That worships your living for sex
Oh sex, for sex, keeps you living for sex
Thighs
All this talk about penetrating gazes
And sighs of mindful openness
Makes me want to make you sing
And fill your chorus with sex
For us, more sex, for us it's all about sex
And that has been keeping us very happy
All night and all the day through
And the only fiddle bowing our backs
Is finding more time to screw
And the only thing that keeps us alive
Is riding each other's highs
And all this talk about things that don't matter
When we should be enjoying the view
Of each others' wet cheeks, thighs in our kisses
Heady visions are swallowing you
And me, all of you, swallowing me like you do
And the only thing that keeps us alive
Is riding each other's thighs
And all of this talk just makes me remember
Folding you slowly, exposing your flesh
Opened up aching, my fingers are tender
While pushing you close to the edge
Coming, you're coming, coming with me to the edge
(chorus) - (Instrumental)
Thighs
We take turns distracting with tongues
Your breathing goes tight when I do
Stretching your wrists I hold down your arms
Your breath skips a beat as I do
And I do, you too, all we do — for sex
(chorus)
And the only thing that keeps me alive
Is your love's unquenchable drive
