After Clothes کے بول

I'm loosening the tightest overcoat Unzipping curtains just to hide the show Cloth openings are getting wider now Rip off the fibers that contain it all Her nectarines rub my face I couldn't hardly wait to taste Sometimes we'd bury half the moon (with only air we'd drink in) She moves up and flutters moth-like With broken bodies all night We conquer everything we knew Her aching skin longs to encompass me Our melting flesh drips over satin sheets Her shapes and curves are all I ever need I bless her lips before I set her free