I'm at the end of your every lustful desire.
The capital of the empire of who you want - why you want - how you want.
I live at the bottom of your lips, but my hands are migrating for your hips...
I guess you can call that my home away from home.

I'm not in your room but in your dome;
I'm that dream that makes your toes curl.
That dream that feels so good but hurts so bad - you'll be mad that it was only just.

I'm that tugging on your waist that's telling you not to waste a moment thinking or talking; baby don't hesitate to taste.

That whisper that dissipates deep within your inner ear to disperse your inner fear.
I know it's tough - when you feel that touch... that's almost too rough
Pulling off your *******, unraveling your fantasy.

You can almost feel my finger tips...
Just close your eyes - let your mind imagine that I can feel you through your finger tips .