Behind the Red Door (Deluxe Edition)

Satisfaction

Your body is the world's eighth wonder

Allow me pilgrimage at your altar

Grant me worship you with my lips

To brush your forehead and eyelids

Let my hand pull you closer

Run my fingers down your graceful back, and then lower

Let me feel the warmth of your breast

As it hardens with ecstasy against my chest

We close the distance and our lips meet

The lustful saint and the unworthy priest

Let my wondering palms caress your shoulders

And loosen your straps, your dress lowers

To your feet, your pulse quickens

I take a step back, your throat tightens.

In the dim light I am enchanted by your naked glory

The evil glint in your eyes makes my heart stop beating

Blood rushes to my head, and perhaps other places.

On my knees, I pay homage to the divinity of your goddess

With your back against the cold wall, your fingers in my hair

My tongue wanders into your holy of holies and finds miracles there

Your fountain of youth comes alive with a shudder

And sanctifies the temple of my lips with holy water

I go deeper still, your mouth opens

You close your eyes, your legs tighten

Your nails bite into my skin till they draw blood

Ecstasy flows through your body like the proverbial flood

You tilt your head against the wall, in a silent passionate moan

The world dissolves around you; all your inhibitions are gone.

Your body grows limp as I hold you in my arms

And kiss you on the lips and arms till your heartbeat returns

I caress your legs and let your back drop to the cold floor

Because you know that deep down, I am aching for more.