THAT'S WHAT IT'S MADE FOR

AS OUR SOULS CROSSED, UNDER THE TWILIGHT OF JUNE.
OUR BODIES BECAME ONE IN THE SHADOW OF THE MOON.

AND AS OUR HEARTS RACED AND SWEAT BEGAN TO POUR.
AT THE PEAK OF CLIMAX, YOU CRY OUT FOR MORE.

WHILE TIME STOOD STILL, THE BREEZE BECAME CALM.
AT THE INTERSECTION OF LIFE, I FELT MY BODY GO NUMB.

TINGLES IN MY SPINE, YOUR NAILS IN MY BACK.
YOU CONTINUE TO ASK FOR MORE, SO I CUT YOU NO SLACK.

IN AND OUT, UP AND DOWN, FAST AND SLOW.
TOO WILLING TO PLEASE YOU, I REFUSE TO LET GO.

AND SO THE SAGA CONTINUES, AS YOU CALL OUT MY NAME...
AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS, "OH JAMES... OH JAMES."

PRESSURE COULD BUST A PIPE, AND I'M ABOUT TO EXPLODE.
"YES, YES, YES," IS ALL THAT'S HEARD, AS WE LET THE JUICES FLOW.