Slowly softly let’s dance in mid-night silence
Let our breaths draw all the quietude from the moments.
Put your lips down there; (let) your breasts rest on my thighs.
Release me from this storm and settle me between your lips.
Don’t you worry my Quinn; I’ll free you too sooner not later.
I’ll surrender to you; not a bit of your body will miss my breath.
Release me before I lie you down to slide my mouth down.