Look, I promised to never tell you any lies.
So you should know I just undressed you with my eyes.
Holding you up with my torso between your thighs.
Frantically removing cotton and lace.
Wanton limbs in lustful embrace.
Every contour of skin I trace.
Our muscles tense, then relax.
Into a crescendo of symphonic climax.
But from the look on your face, I guess I was too liberal with the facts.