We walk in theatre that seems so desolate
We thought there was a crowd, yet we are only two
To see a masterpiece and to cuddle preview
Your lips looks so lovely that I need to taste bate

As we kiss and we touch, our hands roam to our clothes
Unbuttoning the shirt, to feel your pink nipples
Licking, biting slowly as goose bumps does ripples
Every inch of skin, from your neck to your toes

Playing in the wetness of your now exposed folds
My fingers explore deep and shallow slow movements
To bring pure joy to you, enjoying these moments

Feeling your soft touch on my circular molds
Exploding in passion onto this public place
Seeing the wide splendor on your beautiful face.