I am physically locked on you
Pulling me in with an intelligent mind and deafening irises
My body aches with desire
Wanton and obsessed I hang on your words
A passionate speaker your ideas affect me like sangria
My soul widens, and warmth devours my curves
I crave to be the woman you want
I want to be your muse
Write about me, or paint me, just think of me deeply
Think of me and shudder in thought of how desperately you want me
My Jim Morrison, take me on a moonlight drive
let your being explore my essence
Envelope my soul and don’t stop until the ink melts
