It’s your rim, completely unaided,
Feeling that warm afterglow
. Lithe limbs that only a dancer possesses,
A heart glowing with passion and fire,
Golden hair that flows and caresses,
Eyes alight with fervent desire;
By the light of sweet candles and embers
Your body calls me, it speaks and commands,
It yearns for my own, it remembers
The homage of lips and of hands. And one day when the roses have faded,
You may feel a sweet tingle below
. . She looked at me and smiled, then she sat down across from me
It’s your rim, completely unaided,
Feeling that warm afterglow
. Lithe limbs that only a dancer possesses,
A heart glowing with passion and fire,
Golden hair that flows and caresses,
Eyes alight with fervent desire;
By the light of sweet candles and embers
Your body calls me, it speaks and commands,
It yearns for my own, it remembers
The homage of lips and of hands. And one day when the roses have faded,
You may feel a sweet tingle below
. . She looked at me and smiled, then she sat down across from me
It’s your rim, completely unaided,
Feeling that warm afterglow
. Lithe limbs that only a dancer possesses,
A heart glowing with passion and fire,
Golden hair that flows and caresses,
Eyes alight with fervent desire;
By the light of sweet candles and embers
Your body calls me, it speaks and commands,
It yearns for my own, it remembers
The homage of lips and of hands. And one day when the roses have faded,
You may feel a sweet tingle below
. . She looked at me and smiled, then she sat down across from me
Aya Cash Hot - Youre the Worst s04e06 (2017)