wrap me in your gaze,
glare at me with your arms,
kiss me with your hands,
breathe my love with your lips.
promise me a future,
play with my emotions,
groom me to who you want,
flirt with me and i'm all yours,
tell me i'm yours.
to feel our lips connect is a desire,
a stupid one at that,
nothing but little kisses of hope,
and bites of lust,
and embraces of passion,
and teasing of need,
and giggles of such sin: the devil himself wouldn't approve,
flirt with me and i'm yours,
nobody else's, just yours.
prove i'm yours.
