I serenade with lit wicks,
Pave your way to me
With quick wit.

Smudged full lips,
On your skin,
Little crescents on your hips,
Where my nails dug in.

A baggy sweater,
Pushing against my shape,
Soft skin dragging
To my vacant gape.

Entice you with
what is mine,
To my body
Your love shall bind.