Lights are dim
The aroma of the incense fills the room
Roll the curtains, [bad word] inside
Sandy outsides, lusty dune
Slip my veil off, as our eyes lock
Presence of electric thoughts
Bashful motives, so you notice
How the slippery lips will cross

Don't stop now...Oh, Don't stop now

Heavy breathing, oh this teasing
Slowly pleasing, gentle strokes
Moistened entry, stay above me
Clear and loudly, state the pose
Make it tantric, I won't panic
I'll submit to [bad word] 
I'm your maiden, I'm consumed in
All of you and your demands