10:10, friday night,
the end of another rough week,
everyone has a plan,
but tonight I don't wanna dance
10:30, we've collapsed on our bed,
our friends are accusing us of been boring,
we're lacking yesterday's urgency, perhaps
But something tells me that in slow nights,
the moon gets bigger and magic begins,
I know from experience that things are getting heated
around 11:11, you'll see
10:40, I kiss your neck,
and from there the events begin,
you body is giving no signal,
but, I'm not getting discouraged,
10:50, a bite on your ear,
it works, you are alert,
I don't wanna get ahead of myself, no I don't,
but then I notice you've got goose bums,
I know you're about to bite the pillow,
I look at the clock, and I don't know how, but at 11;11 you want more,
I don't know if it's right to keep going,
but I've never censured myself
between hair pulling,
back scratches,
the neighbors heard more than they've dreamt of,
the perfect ending for this rough week,
you looked so beautiful, all disheveled
10 AM, I woke up by your side,
I'm so luck to woke up by your side.