He's the yo-yo man
He reels the girls in
Throws them back out
Then yanks them right back in
He's got one for each hand
He's the yo-yo man
Soon a string breaks
And the girl goes a-flying
Until she hits the floor
But he don't break a sweat
He don't bat an eye
Because he's got replacements
He's the yo-yo man
All his toys are cheap
And easily breakable
He's the yo-yo man
He's a little out dated
A little bit quirky
And the tricks get old real fast
He's the yo-yo man

And finally
After time seemed
suspended,
We looked into each other’s
Longing
Lusting
Eyes and leaned in,
Tentative
Tantalizing
Taking sharp breaths.

Every time skin
skimmed skin,
a sizzling segment
was breed from
blazing bodies.

Each exhale
Was inhaled
By the other
And turned into steam

With every kiss,
Blood vessels boiled, burst
Burning a trail
Made of ice and fire

Hands shook
Fingers trembled
Bodies meshed
Heads thrown
Eyes closed

Slowly.

Softly.

Panting
Pleasing
Pleasuring
Playing

We were just toys
And we liked it that way.