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.
I’ll kiss the quill on the back beside the strap
Before I free your dark ebony hair
And turn you around to kiss your lips.
I will keep my mouth on the quill
As I undress you slowly.
No, don’t worry when I’ll love you–
I’ll be in front of you; enveloping you–
Letting you moan inside my mouth–
(Letting you) Pull to you by my waist…
My breath of ectasy will fall on the quill;
You’ll have my fingers on you any where you prefer…you choose…