Time to go now, but not for good.
Sleep is calling and so is food.
Needing to clean, I run abound
Till I find you on the ground.

Now, wanting things I should not want,
And feeling things which I should not feel.
My heart beating like a ballistic drum,
I help you up just to feel.

To feel such beauty,
It would fill me with glee.
And by your leave,
My hands will roam free.

Now I know the things I feel
Will bring happiness and love anew.
Temptation is explicit,
Yet, it is nothing without you.



Written by: Andrew D. Robertson