In our warm afterglow, sex fogs the windowpane
Contentment lays with our feminine bodies
We watch as Lady Harpies frolic in the summer rain
She is my Venus and I her Aphrodities
Secret whispered affections to my beloved
I desire only her touch and so I am lured easily into her embrace
With others around I bow and press my lips to her silky white gloves
But If they only knew how her skin was softer than any lace
Her higher birth, complicates the situation too much
For with the rise of the sun, broken is destined be my heart
Cracking with each pound, longing for her vixen touch
Damned be the exposing light that rips us 'part