Erotic fantasies flashing over
In my mind, to let me know how
Much they don't compare to you

I can almost feel the soft press of
Your warm, firm body pressed with
Mine to form a perfect being
Nimbled fingers working
A spell over my desires.

We could be one, you know that
We could become trapped in our
fantasies
A thirst that can't be quenched....

I could be yours, wrapped in a
Blanket on display
To show everyone the catch you've made
The servant you're found, the lover you choose