Dawn finds us tangled in dew, skin to skin in the thick of the trees,
The hush is a shroud and the grove is a cage, but you beg for more and I aim to please,
Your hair wet with sweat, back arched to the sky, nails in my shoulders, thighs tight at my waist,
I press you down in the moss, every thrust a confession, every gasp a prayer I want to taste.
No city lights, just the wild air biting, your mouth on my neck, your moans in my ear,
The pulse of the earth in our veins, the beat in your chest echoing every time I draw near.
Roots and rocks at our backs, but we don’t slow down,
We’re animals now, chasing the heat, and I give you more until the sun burns out the town.
The hush is a shroud and the grove is a cage, but you beg for more and I aim to please,
Your hair wet with sweat, back arched to the sky, nails in my shoulders, thighs tight at my waist,
I press you down in the moss, every thrust a confession, every gasp a prayer I want to taste.
No city lights, just the wild air biting, your mouth on my neck, your moans in my ear,
The pulse of the earth in our veins, the beat in your chest echoing every time I draw near.
Roots and rocks at our backs, but we don’t slow down,
We’re animals now, chasing the heat, and I give you more until the sun burns out the town.