Risqué
Emily Arthur © 2005
Simple thought turns to sweet anticipation
I awake to my senses for this occasion
I wait here for you in the candlelight
I sit among the barriers of reason
Now I ban them from my mind
I act on impulse when I see you
No logic behind this dance
I move to see the way you dream
As I kiss your hands
The things you keep from me
By now you understand
I plan to make you tell me
In more ways than one
I roll my tongue through lavish longing
The fun has just begun
Tonight I’m feeling a little risqué
I hope you’re ready to play…