A Song

Point your finger at me, my darling
Who has beckoned me with a promise of shiver
I want to stand in front of you bare and willing
Cover me with your touch, lead me to the bed
I am an usurpt town
Labour to admit you, but oh, to no end
I am not in charge of your tender hands
To obey is my duty, delight's my desire
I love you so much and I want your love in return
I thrive under your fingers, my lips call your name
Take my hot breath, adore my passionate body
Caress my twin roes, drink from my flower
Unless you make me love you so much that it enslaves me, I’ll never be free
And I'll never be fulfilled unless you soothe my moan.