It is sweet, the air I hiss,
My breath and rub the clitoris,
Lick my red lips, till,
The liquid little bits spill
Out the flowing warmer
Spray, oh the water
Of it makes me feel
A little coldness reveal
Unto me, senses
When I vibrate, the earth is
Turning, I'm holding
Unto ah! the soft pillow,
With it sink below,
The soul, it is flying!