Beautiful craving,
Laid out bare before me.
Oh, to taste of your lips.
Know the intimate sway of your hips.
Just the start of my misbehaving.
Rapture in you I do see.

Still beneath the surface.
Lies something so sweet.
To feel it when lips meet.
Just a tease of your very nature.
Left my hands shaking and unsure.

Lips of cherry red,
Clothes of lace on that bed.
Images of you ran rampant
Through my head.

Lust of the soul,
Longing to be made whole.
This moment of oneness.
Could't make more sense.