Hands on my hips
Lips on my thighs,
Unfamiliar eyes meet mine,
They are blue this time.
He gives me the feeling my body misses,
I am living on Food Stamp Kisses.

The hint of a smile,
I step to the side
The spectacular glow
Of the moon outside,
Gives me the feeling my body misses,
I am living on Food Stamp Kisses.

I'm bound to run out
Of the vice that gets me high
I feel that I'm getting low
My emotions are running dry.
I'm craving the feeling my body misses,
I'm dying on Food Stamp Kisses

I no longer worry
About getting through the day
The words that you send me
Are enough for a century
Of needing the feeling my body misses,
And living on Food Stamp Kisses

Imagining your lips trailing soft delicate kisses across my skin
Leaving little goosebumps in it's wake
My body tingling in response as you send shivers down my spine
Feeling your breath, hot on my neck as I arch my back in a primal response
Your fingers lingering in the most sensitive of places, calling out a dark sudden urge inside me.
You toy with me, cradled away from the world
For a night I am yours, lost within a sea of blankets and soft, delicious moans.
I am your marionette and tonight, you're pulling on all of my strings.
Control me, puppet master.
Your every wish is my body's command.