Paradise

And so I wonder what it is that you do
that makes this urge seem out of control
Torture never seemed so sweet
naughty never tasted so good

Is it the brain fuck
that you so exquisitely provide?
Is it the choice of words
so vivid in colors?

You pick the colors that accent your figure
like many you find fault
But from my vantage point you are flawless
An imperfection could never be more of a turn-on

The outfit says "take me"
but the question is where?
Out on the town, to the moon
or somewhere in between

I can only guess what grabs your mind
much to timid to ask
"Do you feel like I do"
is it possible for you to be so consumed

Stricken with the need to let go
and strike body against body
Like a battle royal in classical music
violin versus cello

A battle which finds two in euphoric release
is this two much to ask
For our first time to draw eyes to eyes
hand to hand, lips to lips

Will I regret keeping locked up
the wicked thoughts of your lips
Taking a tour around my physique
the same for me, admittedly preoccupied

For those spots that make you moan
I want to take my time with the flavor
And draw you out in a fevered need
knowing that penetration will be divine

So I will stay humble but not sure how long
and be content with a goodnight kiss
Slow and sure that lingers before we part
subtle in the suggestion there will be more...