The Love You Seek

I want to bring you many dreams,
You've never before dreamed.
I want to fill those eyes with gleams,
The lustful kind they've never gleamed.
I want my love to sit on your throne,
To be the girl of whom you always speak
With a warm and loving tone.
I want my love to be the one you seek;

For when you want the touch of fingertips
I want you to desire the touch of mine,
And for when you crave the taste of lips
I want yours to crave the taste of mine
I want to be the girl who brings you love
The fiery kind of passion and desire,
Lustful and forbidden by the God above,
The kind that burns hotter than His fire.