Rock-A-Bye-Baby

You and I on a rocking chair,
Your fingers running through my hair.
I on you, you in me,
Wanting us so desperately.
Sway to the back, swing to the front,
To and fro, the dance has begun.
To and fro, to and fro,
Over and over, don't let go;
To and fro, to and fro,
Thrice the pleasure in a row.
You and I on a rocking chair,
A heated stallion and his ready mare.