Analysis of Bed of Roses

Today's gone dark and I'm coming on strong
You lay silently intending to tempt me
In a daze, sparks ablaze, and we're turned on
You grapple with grace as I ravage you gently
From a kiss on your neck to my hand on your breast
From your nails in my hair to my tongue you know where
We draw out our demons as lust paper thin
An art form of flesh that we know as sin
But everything's warmer in the dark when we're pressed
Forward and back, an ecstatic hot mess
To the point where it's sloppy and we are relaxed
We explore our horizons until the point we collapse