I wish I knew how to push your buttons,
the good kind
appeal to your animal nature
lure you in with carnal suggestion.
In my dreams the days are spent doing life,
but when the sun goes down-
The nights are spent in tactile exploration.
Scorching and unbridled and intoxicating.
I want to hear you tell me exactly what you want and how
I want to feel you take it like you knew it was already yours in the first place.
I want see you lose yourself again and again
Baby, won't you let me get to you?
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