Run your lips across my cheek
and whisper all the wild things that you seek.
The wants of those who rarely sleep
leave remnants that can make us
weak.
...and in these wants I taste your skin
and hear your longing sigh.
I grin at what they think is sin
and run my fingers up your thigh...
Within the spot beneath my sheets,
there hangs a spot I'd like to show;
where maps and seconds don't exist
and burning's all I wish to show...
The latitude
the longitude
will stop
as I dive into you.
The
tick
tick
tick,
The
tock
tock
tock
Will vanish as I smash the clock.
I'll pull you close and say your name,
and then without an ounce of shame,
become the man you cannot tame.