The Story We Wrote

Scene 12: Room No. 8

I heard your message on the answering machine,
So here I am all yours and willing to sin,
Let's make the stolen hours last to a year,
Coz darling I can tell how much you miss being here.

Let your hands pull my ribbons and undo my sash,
Unwrap me with lust until it's too much,
Pour me on your bed like your favorite wine,
Indulge in this treat like you'll never dine.

Tease me with your hands from up going down
And please do not stop even if I moan,
Brand me with your touch until I can't flinch,
And burn all of me till you've had every inch.

Put your lips to mine and give me a kiss,
Kiss me till I'm quenched and thirst turns to bliss,
Suck on the lips and bite them for more,
And if you want it there's more that's in store.

Close on this space till this sheet feels too thin,
Till I groan with touch with your name in my screams,
And let's conquer this bed till your skin's on my skin,
Till I can't feel where yours ends and where mine begins.

Let's fly to the seas, the rivers or streams,
To valleys and mountains, to castles of kings,
I'll fly where you want with your wish on my wings,
To the grave of your woes, to the clouds of your dreams.

Now we only have a few hours before morning light,
No need to ask yet where we'll be after tonight,
The music's still playing and the candles still bright,
As we crash from the sky from the highs of the flight.

I know that I may never see you again
But darling, please don't stop believing even then,
That I'll hear your message on the answering machine,
Let reality end where our dreams begin.