Hey Bus Driver

No this isn't a dream
The way we intoxicate one another
Our every breath heavy
As sweat glistens of your
To continue this kiss
Would make me so love drunk
That I fear for tomorrow's hangover
But welcome the bottle
Your Coca-Cola shape
I just can't think straight
I can still feel your lips on my neck
Please excuse my hands
They have a mind of their own
And my second brain down below
There's no telling where this may go
You exhaust me
I just ran a NYC Marathon
And I'm ready for another
But can we take 5
Cause I want to give you my all
And you look like you can use a Red Bull
My apologies
I want to tell you that
Like most men I'm going to roll over
And fall asleep
But that's not me
I want to rip off the sheets
Take you down to the floor
Maybe into my kitchen
So we can work some dessert
Into my midnight snack
Clean up just to get messy again
I'm so lost I forgot how we began
And wonder how we ended up
With handcuffs in the tub
See I'm no Houdini
But it's like magic when we make love
Cause there she goes
Making her grand exit
The greatest show of our lives
It lasted 3 days 6 hours 9 minutes and 8 seconds
Did anyone catch the license plate of that bus that knocked me out cold
I really want to thank that bus driver
And ask if we can do it again...