I'm quite flattered that you think of me in an unconscious state of mind,
Probably dreaming that your body is laying right next to mine,
And I'm artistic,
I can draw you in perfectly,
Leaving you speechless,
But you'll still want more of me,
And you can trace my silhouette with your hands,
Turn me into your personal playground,
No other mans land,
Go in unrehearsed,
No demonstrations,
With breakfast in bed,
After,
You hit it in the mornin',
And you should make me lose my breath,
But please don't have me waiting to exhale,
You're going to like the way we carry on,
Because I'll be giving you something you can feel,
And I,
Would like when you pull my hair, and kiss on my neck,
Bite on my ear, and break a sweat,
But this,
Is only my assumption of what goes on in your head,
Because you only dream of me,
You haven't made much movement,
I mean, we can take it slow,
But we're not even moving,
And I don't want to be aggressive,
Nor,
Will I be submissive,
But I know what I want,
Darling, I'm not conflicted,
And we can sit here and pretend we don't feel the same thing,
Question "what if" or "what it can be,"
But we won't become better people because we're waiting,
And I'm not trying to seduce you,
I just want to give you inspiration,
To make your dreams come true,
And stop contemplating,
Take a chance on you and I, or let me take a chance on you,
Because when you really think about it,
There's not much we have to lose.