I saw you as I stood on stage, signalled for you to be pulled backstage, found the fiery look in your eyes, then I let mine travel to your thighs, damn woman.

Things moved quick, from a kiss to a lick, nothing tender - just fast and slick.

Your bra discarded, my hands in its place, between your legs you found my face.

You cried out for more as we hit the floor and who am I to disappoint?

Your warm walls gripped my fingers tightly (oh I love having a new girl nightly).

We pulsed and pushed ourselves to the limit, your body mine just for one more minute then you're gone.