There is no room for delicious
For hungry, naked glances
And sips of you and whisky at the bar.

No place for fevered kisses
Lost in you, then coming to,
Colliding in a cab home.
To them, unsuspecting,
We are demons.

There is no way to justify these acts
Except the warm, sweet smell of you
Fading from my skin
Unspoken, welcome new sensations
All consuming
Oh so sweet.