My body wants more of such love.
Every night my heart shivers with lust.
With his gaze down at me, I smile to him above.
Having him hold me within his arms is a must.
For it pains me not to feel his touch.
His fingers trail gently down my pale, soft skin.
While he grace's my throat with gentle kisses, but not too much.
Why is it that passion sometimes feels like a sin.
Though deep within it feels like heaven.
My heart wanting more and more of him.
He's almost like a sweet chocolate craiven.
I will do anything for him, even hang from a cherry tree limb.
While beneith me awaits hell itself.
I will await for my knight in shining armor.
With bare hands and cunning intelligence, he will rescue me himself.
And then after he will proctect me with his rubber.
From there on we shall live forever after.
