He reminds me of chocolate covered strawberries...
I think he wants to be my aphrodisiac...
I lick my lips...
it seems to bring him in even closer...
He asks me to join him...
Under the table...
I crawl over the bar stools...
hope he is prepared to be handled...
I may be inappropriate...
but I have a problem with the limits of public affection...
they call me names...
but I don't care I just came over him like the rushing waves...
My body says more...
As some would say love is in the air...
Have you ever tasted it...
You never know until you try it...
He locks me up in handcuffs...
he brings out the chains and whips...
Will he have the balls...
I am only hoping he uses his teeth to take off my clothes...
I am not a beggar...
Usually I am a pleaser...
but if he wants to take over...
I will be his victim...
My body is calling...
It's yearning for the burning...
He promises to make it more than a memory...
I hope by the end of it I feel dizzy...
As I move around shaking...
the vibrations still excite me...
will we ever find the ending...
I hope he stays to make it forever my reality...
if only I could find a man...
that was up for the challenge...