Making Whoppie

Come closer so I can see your intentions,
And my reflection in your lenses,
Feeling your sweat and breath on me,
As our hands dance, the friction makes a sweet heat,
Our embrace becomes a sensual race,
And the bed's transported to a different place,
Defying gravity in our space and time,
Above, beneath, beside, and behind,
Kissin' lips, grippin' hips, I thrust whilst you grind,
No want or worry, only one thing on our mind.