shh... breathe...
ₘmₘₘ, (what a good taste has your love for me...), it sedates even the midnight moon p.d.q. shhh... breathe... say nothing; let me take the words I want directly from your hungry lips; your moans caress my hearing as if are the canticles' canticle; i'm in you deeper than it feels Cantique des Cantiques [ from the Old Testament ]
