Sometimes I think I see it in your eyes;
you want to devour me,
to have me, solely,
all to yourself.

Do you see it in my eyes too?
That I would give myself so willingly to you,
that you could have me at your feet in a single, sharp snap of your fingers.

Pulled into a trance like that,
I'd almost say 'yes'
each time we lock eyes.
I could relinquish myself to follow every suggestion that flows from your soft lips,
but would you believe that?