I need you to make love to me
But intense and raunchy I want it to be.
I heard lukewarm is no good
So tear me apart, open up your manhood.
Nah nah nah sweet boy
I’m not talking about the physically exhausting wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am
I’m talking about the mentally titillating one, goddamn.
Ice cold air, rich champagne, playful bonfire and sensual candles
Silk blanket, velvet linen and you away only a few bandles.
I could be a slave to your charms in a tick
Before you even think, though, to manoeuvre your hands over my body
I want you to drive me to a sizzling frenzy and wheedle my mind filthily.
Trust me when I say that darling
It is all worth it, your lustful yearning.
I need you close to me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear
Bring me to my knees, leave me a writhing mess, oh dear.
You might begin to wonder if words alone are enough
Well of course baby, without bluff.
The mind is the gateway to paradise and you know it too
I promise I’ll take you on a wild fleshly expedition
If you could just nurture my salacious cerebral gratification.
So why don’t you undress the many layers of my thoughts
And kiss every pearly bruise at secret spots?
Why don’t you remove any encumbrance
And touch my hidden conscience?
Why don’t you subtly stroke my ego
And stimulate my psychic libido?
Might I begin to drown in erotic desire and beg you wantonly?
Please sex me up, sweating, panting and shaking
Your raw body intertwined with mine is what I now want so bad, truly speaking.
I need you to make love to me in its glorious nudity
For you’ve already owned my soul totally.
Ah it kills me not to touch you in this game of the brain
The time is just so right
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