Bouncing in your chair, you’re anxious. I can tell
that’s a song you know so well,
and the floor is filling up. Spanning, you swell
with excitement, but you get no offers.
The song fades to music, way too slow,
and with a pout you slump down. So
so late dance offers come. You let them go.
They don’t see you like I do.
I see the heat of your heart’s desire
for air. Your need to burn like a fire
enraged, an inferno. You’d never tire
of burning hotter, hotter, even hotter.
Patiently, I wait for a change of band,
and right on cue I make my stand.
Taking your hand, I silently command
your soul. Refute is pointless as you follow.
Knowing your want, I’ve set you free
for a soaring joy fulfilled with me.
I feel the fire that burns in thee,
and bring you closer, closer, even closer.
I draw you in to feel your heat.
Bodies bumping to the beat,
and in that heat our eyes should meet
unspoken… desire rising.
I hold you tight as the music slows.
No denying that my attention grows,
and you roll your hips oh so slow.
I know you’re wetter, wetter, even wetter.
I raise my hand to hold your face.
The rest of the world disappears without trace
as we become lost in time and space.
I close in, and you hold your breath.
I begin to kiss a soul’s embrace
with a lip lock you can’t replace.
You quickly invite me to your place,
and tonight gets better, better, even better.
