Princess

A princess is nothing without her crown
Coming down, coming down
His fingertips run slowly, gracefully from her lips
To her hips
Proudly, his eyes admire

His lips never lose the fire
By all odds it burns brighter with every kiss
Her heart racing faster than the speed of light
He whispers gently, remember this night

Soft lips tickle her neck
And as she gets lost in the passion
Her heart
Her anxious heart is roaring