Oh the wicked games we play |
Tempt me not devil with an angels face For I know this game all to well I've played it myself a time or two And I don't like to lose Time to toss the halo and say to hell with reason Dance naked among the flames Allow them to lick at the exposed skin of your soul Such a sweet seduction Go ahead, expose your demons I'll piece together the rest Tease and torment with long looks in dim light I enjoy this game the best Stroke the ego with lazy touches A whisper of razor sanity A brush of finger tips to scramble the pulse beneath the grip Touch and torture the sweetest form of sin Torture by captivating the mind with riddles and questions that need no answer Bite back the need to savor Shackle the desire with heavy chains Force back the longing and give that knowing smirk A matter of time and choice It's still yours to make, it always was Worry not of regret that's a Fools mistake Forget reason and embrace the pain I find fulfillment in these wicked games we play If only a taste Lips brush and meet, a secret no one will know The feel of rough hands on heated skin Just a taste I beg of you.. the flavor that will linger A moment, one fleeting moment To forget until alone and tormented Unleash it then, that memory of your lips upon my skin Your fingers tugging back my hair to expose the pulse throbbing Oh these wicked wicked games A thought can only go so far You've a body of a warrior To stroke and tease and taste Something to bit and nip and claw I've a body riddled with scars and curved with aged perfection To tempt and tease Learn the curves as I learn the lines of yours Just a fleeting thought.. a moment to unleash in the darkness My hand travels down, alone in this moment Remember these wicked games And my flavor upon your lips Remember it for later.. for now.. back to reality. The next move is yours sir... |