The four of us
The candle burns so softly, we are laying face to face, everything is so peaceful, the candlelight seems to slow the pace
Swopping whispers like lovers do, erotic shadows are thrown by the candle light, silhouettes of two lovers made by a flame that flickers bright
Our shadows move just like us, like us they blend as one, we are just two black erotic shapes, not wanting to meet the sun
Silhouettes of two lovers, move on our bedroom wall, copying our every move as together we share our all
Each time we move our silhouette lovers do the same, it's almost quite fun to watch, this silhouetted loving game
You sit across me your head tossed back as you start to ride, our dark shapes still are following, we've got no place to hide
You start to pick up pace as we explode you shout my name, the silhouette are finished also but in silence the shapes remain
THE KINKY POET