Right or wrong.


Right or wrong. I am at the right place my sweet

 
Pretty lady danced to the slow jazz song alone,
I went to her,
I whispered.
You are my sugar and spice,
and everything nice.
I maybe wrong, I maybe right.
You are all I need my love.


 
I painted your skin with my fingers, create a canvas of perfect and wild sea,
I allowed my hand to roll down perfect hips and pale legs,
awakening your desire to find dangerous dance where our love can run free.
You are my ocean dreams and my muse, who make me want to know you,
bare, raw, dirty, sweet and honest.
Right or wrong. I am at the right place my sweet.

Dancing Coyote