Quick pinch me before it’s too late,

before I open the door and meet lady fate.

This one time I’ll settle for missing the date,

if it saves me From being shackled by your taste.

prisoner to your lilt;

lust awakened by the slight tilt

of your head

when you’re a little unsure

of whether my intentions are to bed you, or wed you.

The thoughts going through my head…you would be ashamed, to know the sinful pleasures of you I do adore

the feeling I get from hearing my name

on your tongue,

like a person of fame,

I own you as society is to media’s dame.

You play it down but baby I need for you not to tame

the shivers and chills that complement my game.

Straight no chaser,

pure beautiful bliss,

inhibition-less, sensations

multiplied when I add my self to your divide,

and find euphoria divine.

Words can not define,

The phrase “a glutton for you”,

does not justice do.

So do continue to say my name,

do make me cocky praise my game,

do discover the places on my body you make wetter than rain,

continue to make me dance on the fringes of sane,

do try to hide the smiles,

the blushes,

the rush of your blood from my touch.

Do this in remembrance of me,

when I am no longer near.

Do relinquish control

save me the window seat to your soul.

Do know that the others fighting for your attention takes it’s toll.

Do take this as a hint.

DO make me relevant.