If your hand is warm, you may touch me.
If your mouth is dry..you may kiss me,
as your heart beats and the blood races
through your veins...hold me.
Touch my foot with yours beneath
the table, let our feet dance.
Let our minds play dirty thoughts.
As I stare into your eyes..
stare back at me with distant glance.
Come into my garden and smell my perfume.
Bend at your knees and kiss me.
Wrap your fingers around me
like rose petals around the bud.
Let me hypnotise you with my heart.
Sit down at my table, come feed at my Inn.
Let me feed your appetite. Whole and perfect,
hot and juicy.
Until the end, you may kiss me.
I shall feed your imagination,
with my mind.
To touch you in the morning
hold your hand and guide you
through my garden, smell my perfume.
Let me lay my hand upon your soul.