Your beautiful soul deserves
so much more
than my shadows

Many of them'll tell you not to be afraid
Cause they haven't seen even a leaflet
They don't know the story you've led
And all their imagination drums up is velvet

They'll tell you butterflies jump out cacoons
Because while your life's been a horror
Their's has all but been mere cartoons
So they see hope in the reality mirror

Contrary to the nightmares you've had
All they know is but banquets and roses
And blinded they can't see you're scarred
That you've seen the right path but stuck like Moses

They'll tell you life is a gamble which one wins or stumbles
They can't see the storm in your life or hear the thunder rumbles

What if we had met
In Florence, say five centuries ago
Would you have let
Me be your Leonardo ?
You gentle face I would have framed
In the back, a sfumato of Tuscany
You, I would have named
My Mona Lisa, smiling to eternity.

I am waiting for you to touch me.

I am imagining how your hands will feel
Slowly sliding across my hips
I am thinking about your lips
And what you will do with them
What you will taste with your tongue.

I am waiting for you to touch me.

I am imagining your fingers
Around my throat, underneath my chin
Urging me, urgently
Opening parts of me.

I am waiting for you to touch me.

Our pores will release
A lovely musky smell
And other parts of us
Release delicious things, as well.

I am waiting for you to touch me.
Waiting. Waiting.
Please don't make me wait too long.