It was a bit of alright 

the way she rolled her words 

it was a bit of all nice 

the way she milked her words 

I couldn’t put my finger in it

she wouldn’t let me

but somehow time flew fast 

and slow at the same time

I would roll her over and see the clock 

a few seconds passed 

and then she would rock 

roll me over 

again I look at the clock 

not seconds but hours 

it was a bit of all right 

the way she shifted her weight 

it was a bit of all nice 

the way her hips roamed as a freight 

I couldn’t see 

the room pitch black to red 

all I knew is I wanted to rock her again

I push her back as she moans quite loud

a bit of alright indeed 

Pounding wood till it split 

like a grand slam Just when I thought I couldn’t hold it 

she pushed me back and twisted as she’d sit 

I put my fours to the ground 

lifted her to ceiling bound 

she bounced,rocked, and swayed her hips 

rocking the moans 

away from her lips 

calling out my name to bring me along

I follow her home keeping it strong 

she turned and faced me 

and slammed harder and harder 

as we sank into rage

landing on the floor 

I flipped her over 

and wrestled her core 

It was a bit of alright 

the way she rock and rolled 

It was a bit of all night 

and morning be told 

we paced, we loved, we rock, we rolled 

allowing our perfect moment of rage to unfold 

hair pulling, bite’n,smack’n, and grinding 

lip lock’n, ceiling knocking, pushing against the wall 

from the bed to the floor 

from the dresser to the door 

the from the ceiling she’d fall 

rocking and locking 

the ways she drop and call 

It was a bit of alright 

the red through the knight 

the slamming 

the flames bursting 

the water that spread 

the rain drops felt 

the way she knelt 

that reminded me 

sweet rage again was fed 

It was a bit of alright 

if not sexy instead 

Forged rage be felt 

like a tornado of the stars of sight