The Insinuation Spil

Maybe it’s the way I put the words together
Not so elegantly but with a certain innuendo
I slowly raise the fire and soon your need is dire
On a wave of great desire risen like an intense crescendo
I love the insinuation spil, innocent and yet so malicious
When the delicious torment gets your engines going
And it keeps growing until you confess your craving
Caving in until your juices are surging and flowing
And that’s when I delve into my paradise
Our eyes meet with a silent and tacit pact
My fingers take you toward total ecstasy
Breathlessly submitting to my lustful act