Burn for What We Do

I'm gonna run my hands down your body
You're going to feel as if your spinning
On a turntable, my hands gliding down your curves
Like I'm shaping potting clay
A fine, delicate art
I'm going to wear your heart
Around my neck and let it rest
On my chest, beating in tandem
Making a song that is my anthem
You and I shall bless this sanctum
Sweetness, we will burn for what we do
It will be worth it, it will all be for our enjoyment

Side by side we face each other
Drinking of these beaming eyes
You gasp, as if I've found your hidden treasure
Like a painter surveys details of a landscape
Taking magnificence in his subject
And stroking all, of their desires

In this moment, we'll not regret
Our carnal painting of desire
Bathed in sweat, washed in pleasure
Cured by brimstone and fire
In satin sheets
She sat in heat
I began to feast

And I will hold you, tightly
Feel lovers arms, however temporary
Right now, we are the contemporary
I will kiss you, I will savor you
Please stay until the morning dew
We will burn for what we do