Polar opposite of "Faking It" |
This Sheath that I possess is longing for your touch of certainty Look up past these breasts you grasp to the hazel eyes that plead for you In the darkness of night I will fill you with the erotic pleasure you stir up In the light of day please feel me with your hands, your tongue, your all Through this union of bodies alike will all my hope and faith be placed Only when you have driven me to the edge shall I allow the deepest of me to release Alas! The sensations lovers of old have refused me are realized in the perfect touch you provide Weave yourself into the puzzled soul of me—this woman—you now kneel before Rise up! My exquisite queen of delectation To the pillow of sanctuary will I place your head Allow me to undo the doings of your day just relax your mind and your body--so perfect Pleasure is the gain that I seek tonight not unto myself, but unto you, my lady Help me read the map to your ecstasy teach me of the sex you most long for In the darkness of night please fill me with the erotic pleasure I stir up In the light of day will I feel you with my hands, my tongue, my all |